Some thought into the whole thing about people we care for getting dead.



I open my dreams at night to my loved dead

Come to me I whisper into the dark of sleep

Come and give me a beloved face

A visit, a glance, a touch from a hand well known

There you are, full, of love for me and your sails

powered by unknown joys and vistas unseen by living eyes.

We laugh again, we love again, tastes and smells alive yes alive

One more time and one more time and again

Visited by a friend, a mate for life and death like the vows go.

My darkened room holds a smile or a tear or both

Just one more thing I plead into the departing face

Come back again and again and again

My ghost, my beloved, my life in my dream