Dreams

Dreams

I dreamed of you
and in my dreams
your voice, your face,
were clear.
Not like my waking memories
that with each day
disappear.

I dreamed of you
and as you spoke
our breath was warm and soft.
soft as the hands
that held me
until I awoke.

I dreamed of you
and this time thought
'Don't say too much
or move too fast.
don't try so hard or love so much,
and this time he might stay.'

I dreamed of you
and when I woke
I cried,
for the bitter joke
that our dreams play,
confuse us with promises
that won't be kept.
Let me dream no more this day.