Dreams

                His

 Strolling along in autumn’s mist

No footprints in the sand

With arms entwined they shared a kiss

Two phantoms hand in hand

He gazed into her eyes serene

They gently pulled him in

 
So, did he really have that dream?

Or did her dream have him

In dreams he brought the outside in

In life it all stayed out

In dreams he felt his life began

And love without a doubt

Yet in the morning sunrise scene

He woke alone again

So, did he really have that dream?

Or did her dream have him

Now, there has never been a way

To prove which one exist

Is life a stage on which he played

Are dreams more than a wish

If she’s not as real as she seems

Dreams are the only end

And when he found himself in dreams

He hoped…….she’d dream…….with him

               Hers

Dancing a waltz in fall’s delight

With graceful ghostly moves

The remnants of their minds at night

In dreams they could not choose

Questions within her eyes were seen

She needed to be sure

So, did she really have that dream?

Or did his dream have her

No one was there to share her world

And she was not in his

She waited while her dreams unfurled

In hope for love that is

Touching the depths inside her being

With feelings that are pure

So, did she really have that dream?

Or did his dream have her

She wanted nothing left to chance

But chance was all she had

‘Cause dreams are always happenstance

Not knowing made her sad

For there can be no ways or means

To set what will occur

And when she found herself in dreams

She hoped…….he’d dream…….with her     

               Them

 Sitting in kitchens miles apart

Wondering what it was

That in a dream could steal their hearts

And make them fall in love

With one whom they had never seen

Not knowing where or when

So, did they really have that dream?

Or did that dream have them

They each tried hard to understand

Confused and lost in thought

Why love was waiting in dream land

The very love they sought

But life was cruel and always seemed

Their loves in life condemned

So, did they really have that dream?

Or did that dream have them

It’s sad to say they spent their days

Waiting for night to fall

When their life did not lead the way

To love that had it all

In the end they plotted and schemed

For Love that’s not pretend

Still, when they passed into night’s dreams

They hoped…….each dream…….had them