In Times of Dreams
When I hold you in my dreams, only my dreams seem real.
Memories of you, are the reality, I feel.
Today’s pain, into the past pleasantries disappear
Realities pale, while memories grow strong and clear.
When I retreat to the past, I seek comfort and more.
The present fades. I’m drawn by the past’s strengthening lure.
With freedom found in my dreams, I find you still please me.
Present times wane when to the past, thoughts of you tease me.
Hold me in your arms where I feel sheltered from life’s storm.
Dreams of you press close, where I am comforted and warm.
Wipe away my tears, my love, where they’ve coursed down my face.
Let me escape each day when past memories I chose.
Grief grasps and strangles. Thoughts of you, loosens those fingers
Allowing me to breathe, memories of you linger.
The sweetness of your eyes still draw me into the past.
How can I move forward when my eyes are backward cast?
Going through my old notes and papers, I found this poem I had written sometime
after the passing of my wife. I typed it in, saving it and decided to share it.