My Dream Of You

I dreamt of you this past night,
Not understanding why,
You came to me in my dream,
Face pale, eyes filled with sorrow,
A single tear lay upon your cheek,
Your hand reached out to touch mine
It was so cold,
It was not long before my hand warmed yours,
A sigh of relief came upon you,
As I felt your every emotion
Run threw my veins,
I am not afraid my friend,
When you spoke to me,
Your words were as gentle
As your touch
I gave a warm smile,
But wondered why
Your heart is filled with sadness,
I took my hand
Wiped the tear from your cheek,
You dropped your knife
As if to say,
Today I will not die,
You said you had to go,
You told me it was good to meet me
Tell me my friend,
Was this just a dream?
Do you obtain the power to reach dreams?
Please come back, sit with me for just a while,
I will not laugh at you,
Instead I will cry with you,
I am not afraid of your pale face; nor cold hands
For when I held it in mine,
Perhaps you too felt the warmth.