Reality reminds me more each day
Even as I write your memory with me stays
Agony of shattered dreams remain always
Remembering our love pass’ the hours away
Rearranged dreams of me and of you
Accepted the fact that my world is blue
Never will my love fade this is true
Gone away but not forgotten
Every night I
Dream of you
Dreaming we are together
Renewing our hearts spoken vow
Each night I hold you with me there
Arranging us together even now
Memories of our love beckon to me
Sadly I awaken; seems dreams are stronger than reality
Copyright ©-2001 Dennis Hicks
GOOD PIECE
This is a good title, and a hopeful message to dreamers who have lost a beloved. We all rearrange dreams in an ever changing realm of awareness. I used this term in describing the death of my grandmother. "folding them neatly and tucking them deep into a dresser"...something like that.