By Angela Larson
Date: 22 January 2000

The Dream

A day is gone, a job is done
The night is folding in.
The yearnings of my lonely heart
Are eager to begin.

Sleep comes rather slow tonight
While laying in my bed,
So I allow sweet thoughts of him
To end this lonely dread.

As my mind grows wearier
I fight to stay awake,
Or else I fear some awful dream
The sweet ones it will take.

As I fight, awareness fades
And soon my dream is gone.
The next time I can think of him
Is at the break of dawn.

As I wake, I realize
My dream was not to fear.
For through the night -- it seemed so real!
I dreamt that he was here!

So every night and every day
Progresses just like this:
The night is filled, but those long days
My Love I truly miss.

And now today he's coming home;
Delight is now the theme,
For to have him sitting by my side
Is better than a dream.