Letters To An Old Friend

The First Time

The first time I saw you in a dream

It was a sign of things to come

You ran through a field arms spread wide

Freedom in your eyes, golden light and gentle hum

With a smile of dawning light

Embraced in nature as far as the eye could see

You were so happy in that field

Seemingly lost in a fantasy

I did not know your name then

Or what you would mean to me

I wonder if that is what this is

All just make believe, It could be

Perhaps my mind can not move on

Because of all that is left unsaid

It circles in my brain unchecked

Every night when I lay in bed