I had dream
Not dull as it seems
Where a woman had fallen
Amongst the dying leaves

As she sat across from me
She held across the seat
Her hand
Bruised, broken and heartbreakingly petite.
So I gently lift her hand
Lay it in my own
Then massage it all away
The burning and the cold.

She turned to me and said
As the bell rang once again
"You have healed my hand,
But what about my heart ?"

Then my wakefulness regained
I had to lay and wait
For the meaning to remain.