Standing in the artificial light
I remembered a dream...
A dream I had long ago
But one that lived on
In the dark recesses
Away from recall

And now life is at its least dream like
And the dream awoke...

I walked with her for hours
Past houses, offices and flats
But our surroundings were insignificant

She told me her life story
And I listened, enthralled...
Her words made me smile
Because they were her words...
And they were her

And then she asked about me...
She was a magnet to my words
Absorbing me like no one ever had

We spoke and listened and smiled...
Until the moon smile on us...
The mighty light of ten thousand suns
Brought the night to envelop us

We talked of how we looked for tomorrow
And found it untouchable
Like the sky always was...
And of how we knew that tomorrow
Wouldn't always be there

And then I awoke to find tomorrow
Had become today once again
And she had become yesterday...
A memory I did not remember

Until now...

And she is in my life as well as memory
And she is my friend as well as dream angel...
But is she dream or reality?

08/07/2000

Posted on 11/17/2001
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