as in dreams
by Cheryl Cudmore
 

in death
a soul is free
as in dreams
to journey at will

she came to you
wove her fingers
through yours
as you walked

in death
a soul is free
to speak her heart
or hear all thoughts

she heard your
inutterable words
escaping your lips
as you heard hers

o sweet one
o loved one
she woke up
in your arms