In the realm of dreams, where shadows play,
I saw you there, alive, amidst the fray.
A ghostly apparition, yet so real,
The heart’s desire, the pain I feel.
Your presence, like a mystic thread,
Tugged at my soul, alive but dead.
Unresolved emotions, guilt untold,
In dreams, your essence, I behold.
With eager eyes, I searched for closure,
To mend the pieces of our fractured composure.
Unfinished conversations haunt the night,
In dreams, I yearn for moments of respite.
Oh, dreamscape, captive of the heart’s lament,
Where spirits roam, and sorrows relent,
Through the slumber’s veil, where truth unfolds,
I find solace in dreams; you I behold.
And though awake, the longing remains,
In dreams, our souls dance in ethereal plains,
For in this realm, we find our release,
Where love and loss forever find peace.
In dreams, dear soul, you live anew,
A balm to heal wounds, so deep and true.
For dreams, they hold the power to mend,
And bring the departed close.