It was the kind of dream it hurts to wake from
Not just because we were together
But because we were ‘really talking’
As you’d have put it
And I had the right words
Though they started to slip away
Even as I spoke them
As I slipped back towards wakefulness
And away from you
But I’ll try to put down some of them here
You were mentioning
All the exhaustion and uncertainty
And even despair that you’d lived
And I told you you should rejoice
Because these are symptoms of the heart
And that I knew
The Being to Whom we return
Is concerned with matters of the heart
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