You came to me

on a cold winter night.

As I was drifting,

somewhere in flight.

You entered my sweet dream,

I called out your name,

Not knowing who you were,

wanting you just the same.

Were you ever real?

I will never know.

All my words and emotions,

Were lost in the undertow.

Soon I will awaken

and feel the summer heat,

cease my sleepy dreaming,

so warm and bittersweet.

You are not really here,

you never were.

Just my sweet dream,

that I prefer.
~kam

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