I have never seen teardrops
that haunted a troubled mind.
As deeply as the ones she cried
the night she left love behind.
I have never felt loneliness
as vivid as that night.
When she built her wall and closed her mind
driving love from her sight.
Then I found another way
to hold her in my heart.
My dreams are my very own.
In them we never part.
The dreams are warm and tender
as I look into her face.
We hold each other tightly,
in this, our private place.
The night is always welcome.
That’s when she comes to me.
Then we join our souls together.
In dreams, our spirits are free.
The darkness is my friend
and I bid it, forever stay.
It’s the only time I feel her love
and the night never sends her away.
By Gary William Ramsey
