The Dream of Death

	I awoke in the glow of the moon
	     bathing me in mystical light
	In a daze I glanced around me,
	     shaking my head, clearing my sight.
	You were in the corner there standing
	     with the smile that is yours alone,
	My heart ached my arms opened to you
	     beckoning welcome home.
	The transparency of your body
	     was apparent and plain to see,
	Yet I felt your warm embrace
	     in a dream that was real to me.
	Together we laid in that moonlight
	     in a state that felt so real
	But when I awoke in the morning
	     it was only wet tears I could feel.

Nov. 1992

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