I stand alone upon the street,
Pelted by the immersing rain.
Then up my spine is a sweeping heat,
Back they come, the memories, the pain.
I look around, and there you stand,
With an extended hand.
I grab for you,
And all I feel is a whoosh of air,
There I look and no longer in my view are you,
I close my eyes and say a secret prayer.
To wish, to dream, to taste, to feel,
To See …
What used to be and what might’ve been.
Where imagination was my way to deal,
With the harshness of reality,
Where forgiveness out weighed sin.
Then I imagine a tear,
Strolling down my cheek.
A symbol of the loss and fear,
I seem to feel.
An hour may pass, a day, a week.
For time here does not exist.
As I open my eyes,
I allow a sting of hope,
I look to the skies
Knowing if you are not there I cannot cope.
Again I look around and through the mist
I see a shadow walking toward me,
In me blooms more hope, I can’t resist.
Then I see, and fall on bended knee.
Here is the part,
Where I awake
With questions dwelling in my heart,
And a dull, dull ache.
But each day, I ignore it.
For I guess I’ll never know,
The message sent in my dream …
