The man in my dreams
Who is the man in my quiet sleep,
Who finds the tears I never weep?
He holds me close but not too tight,
And fades before the morning light.
He doesn’t speak, yet I just know,
He’d never let my small heart go.
His eyes are kind, his hands are warm—
A gentle calm, a steady form.
In dreams, I lean and never fall,
He hears the things I’d tell no soul at all.
With him, I rest, with him, I mend—
A lover, stranger, maybe friend.
He doesn’t change or drift away,
He waits for me at end of day.
I wake alone, but still it seems—
I’m softer from the love in dreams.
Is he a wish, a shape of hope,
A name I hold to help me cope?
Or is he real, just yet unseen—
The one who lives behind the screen?
Who is the man who stays so near,
When life is loud and love unclear?
I do not know, but still I trust—
He’ll come again when darkness must.
-Rachel Dcruz
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