In Dreams

My sweet soldier
 sleeps
And in dreams..
he comes to me
and
his promises
 keeps
His dear face
I can see
He softly
caresses my hair
I can feel
his hand still there
where it was
so long ago..
lifting locks
from my face ..
just so
..Gazing  full
into eyes of mine
 and I..
into his
 ..for a time
until he awakens
from his dream
and me ..
also..
awakening from mine...

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