Dreaming Still

 

It was in a dream
that I first saw you.
I woke up that morning,
and you were still asleep
inside of me.

 

It was in a dream
that I walked alone
down a long and lonely road,
looking up at grey skies
to see your tears falling.

 

It was in a dream
that I first cried for you,
lost you to the indifference
of a life's passage.

 

It was in a dream
that I kept hope
stuck in my back pocket,
wrapped up tightly
to keep it from the cold
of a heedless world.

 

Sometimes it seems
I'm dreaming still.

07/31/1975