Last night I dreamed you held me tight
and whispered in my ear.
I kissed you softly through the night,
in heaven with you near.
At some point as the morning sun
shone on a distant hill
I woke and knew the dream was done
and lonely was I still.
The sweet caress of love remained,
the swelling of my heart,
but bittersweet I lay there pained,
for we were e’er apart.
And then I cried in heartbreak true
for never would I see.
It’s only in the dreams that you
still live in memory.
Tell me of a summer’s day
when the sunlight shone so bright,
chasing loneliness away
though the day still turned to night.
Tell me of a summer rain,
warm and soft as true love’s touch
that freed me from the searing pain
of longing for you far too much.
Tell me of the summer morn,
when the day broke on our love
that like budding blooms was born
out of something from above.
Tell me, when did darkness fall,
when the rain trurned icy cold,
why the blooms began to fall,
how our love could grow so old?
Tell me of a summer’s day
when a heart now turned to stone
can face the truth I dare not say –
even with you, I am alone.
Onyx City Writing 