Faye Sizemore

IN DREAMS

My sweet soldier
sleeps
And in dreams…
he comes to me
and
his promises
keeps
His dear face
I can see
He softly
caresses my hair
I can feel
his hand still there
where it was
so long ago…
lifting locks
from my face…
just so
… Gazing full
into eyes of mine
and I…
into his
… for a time
until he awakens
from his dream
and me…
also…
awakening from mine…