I dreamt of you last night,
like I have done on so many other nights.
This dream was different,
it didn't wake me
in the chilling dark of night
through my own blood curdled screams
leaving pangs of aching agony.

When the smoke cleared
and I broke through
the milky darkness
there stood this little girl,
and I knew that she was you.

I couldn't move,
this dream it felt so real
I was shock-frozen,
at the sight of you -
a mini me,
but with brown eyes instead of blue.

And before I got the chance to grab you,
to tuck you into my arms
and keep you there forever,
you instinctively knew
delicately touching the water
and as it began to ripple
so I floated away -
away from the smokey ghost world
and back to sitting by your grave.