Never to Wake

I dreamed of you last night.

You were there, with the blonde cut from your hair,

Surrounded by peace in a garden, with the sun's dim light.

I could have you this way,

Watching you in love with the breaths I take.

You were still, but maybe your thoughts were loud,

Your eyes, fixed on the ground.

Playing with the air you turned to smoke,

It was strange, like nothing ever happened, provoked.

Why couldn't it have been this way?

Why a fate had chosen to fade?

And taken with no grace,

Despair the sorrow like it never had a place.

Why was lover's loss so harsh to take?

Still with you, never to wake.