We met
in a half remembered dream.
With clouds beneath our feet,
and stars in an amethyst sky,
yet you were the realest thing.
And I wonder
if dreams could come true,
and if it was an old memory,
perhaps from another lifetime.
But until then
it's what you'll remain to me,
a wonderful mystery.
Inspired by a story I read involving someone having dreams from his past and all the bittersweetness that come with it.
