last night in a dream

the wind came along

and said “Honey,

will you not come with me?”

i smiled at the wind,

for it brought me my friend

i reached out to the hand

that to my surprise

i had not seen for a long time

was reaching out to me

it reached out with joy

reached out with gentleness

with no presumptuous intentions

or predisposed assumptions

we flowed with the wind

quietly gliding

just listening to the silence

enjoying the tranquility

& then i realized

as my heart tugged gently

and visions entered softly

i sadly remembered

he is no longer

has moved to another place

where only the angels play

he held my hand as i cried

for i realized

i had forgotten again

& then remembered again

 i wiped my tears

because in my heart

i knew it would be okay

for one day in heaven

i will see those eyes again

& the sweet words you told me

so long ago….

“Honey, it will be okay.”

i will hear once again

for you are the only

who has ever told me

“Honey, it will be okay.”