Like A Dream Poem by Andrew W.K. Yip

An embittered soul, restive in repose,
A reverie or dream the restless mind compose'd
That fugitive moment she clearly smiled.
But why was she carrying a small child?


I saw the sweet child of mine in tears.
But knew she was a child of yesteryears.
The vision and moment seemed unreal;
Then vanished as tides of emotions reveal'd.


Like a dream, I watched her come and go;
Dreams conjured, my longings ‘gan to grow.
In lamenting cries I bid her stay but pleaded in vain.
Only the wreckage of dreams remain'd and care is but pain.