Dreaming of Love

Dreaming of Love


In my dream the other night,
I was wondering where I was.
I came upon a place of light,
Bright as in the Land of Oz.

People were moving about,
Each having his own mission.
Never a harsh word or shout,
No node of recognition.

Wandering all over the place,
Hadn’t met a soul I knew.
When I saw his rugged face,
I was puzzled with no clue.

“Hey Hanna,” he said nicely,
“It has been seven long years.”
He remembered precisely,
I recalled my bitter tears.

We walked to his rented room,
And sat, not a word uttered.
He still looked like the young groom,
Whose life I recklessly shattered.

The scorn in his eyes was gone,
Waiting for me to explain.
Near him I was a mere pawn,
Mentally bound by a chain.

It was his high-handed style,
So short of words and passion.
Hushed for a very long while,
I needed more compassion.

Not changing his silent act,
I broke up and left him fast.
It's too late to state the facts,
No regrets about the past.

How did he invade my dream?
I'll never find out from him.
He said we could be a team,
If not for my fickle whim.

Amazing what’s on one's mind,
It surfed last night in my dream.
I was extremely unkind,
To him who said we were a team…


Hanna
December 2003

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