I sit and slip into a dream
Of things and how they could have been
Of deep love that brushed my heart and cheeks
Of pain, of loss, of despair lasting for weeks
I sit and slip into a dream
Of new love so deep and keen
Of hair brushing a tearful cheek
Of the joy of holding a lover week after week
I sit and slip into a dream
Of lost love and angels on the bed
Of the people who helped with a smile, and a nod of head
Of the many loved souls gone ahead
I wake to know the angles were real
And thank god for all the people that feel
And love; and care
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Submission Name: Dream
