Friday, February 12, 2010
A tear drop
I had a dream last night and it seemed so real. I was standing at the train station watching you board a train. This time it was different from all the other times you left me, you would not be coming back. A sense of fear and pain over whelmed me, as if I knew something terrible was about to happen. I tried to yell, then even louder, but we all know that in dreams no one ever hears you scream. I begged and pleaded you not to go, but you never looked at me. As the train pulled away I stood there knowing that this moment would be our last. I tried not to cry, I fought the urge so gallantly, but a single tear fell down my cheek. I know it was only a dream but it all seemed so real. I awoke to discover a single tear drop on my pillow. It was only a dream?
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Our dreams are but a shadow of our fears, our hopes, the yearnings of a weary heart. Was it a dream? Or the wishful beckoning of your heart? Perhaps, I think, it was a revelation upon your soul, a whisper from heaven. Seeking the meaning behind the dream is difficult and hurtful because in essence it was . . . good-bye.
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