Were you in my dream?
Our conversation that spawned.
The hands that lingered across mine.
The story you said to share.
Did we write our book?
The tales that let faith fly.
The unbelievable scores captured on line and pad.
The comfort of the words.
Did you speak to me?
Said I know you well.
Smiled in dream scale.
Sat upon the bed.
Are we in these books?
Was it all a fantasy?
Did I hear you right?
Or was it literature in my dream?