I awake to see you standing by the window
The breeze gently makes it way through the room;
Moving your silhouette
Golden rays pass through you;
As the sun begins to rise
I cannot see your face;
Yet I know you
You radiate warmth;
And familiarity


I awake from the dream;
And you are gone
Yet the feeling of your presence remains
You are of great importance;
I shall meet you one day;
This I believe