A Dream and a Wish

I had a dream of you last night
I heard your voice, I saw your face
and it woke again the yearning
from it’s quietly slumbering place

that desperate sense of needing
which years have mercifully worn away
the savage grief dispersed
through life’s anaesthetising day

and even though they carry sorrow
I long to dream of you again
to feel that fierce connection
as you quietly call my name

© ceenoa