#212 Were You Just A Dream? Poem by Jimmie Arrington

I park my truck in the usual place
With a smile pasted upon my face,
Anticipating the moonlight’s grace,
It’s beautiful, radiant gleam.
I step out and fill my lungs with air.
The night’s so lovely, I just have to share,
But as I open your door, I find you’re not there.
Were you just a dream?

I tread the center of the street
Which leads to our secret retreat
Where hate and fear are obsolete,
Where peace and love is the theme.
The wind is calm, the sky is clear,
The silence is music to my ear.
I could swear you once were here,
Or were you just a dream?

The park bench implies I’m halfway there,
So I sit, briefly, just to stare
At the beauty present everywhere:
Grass, flowers, the sky’s color scheme.
I stand upright and then begin
To walk the pathway once again.
I reach for your hand but feel no skin.
Were you just a dream?

I pass streetlights glowing bright,
Like lampposts in an olden city might,
Or so you described to me one night
As we strolled beneath its beam.
I spot our lake just steps ahead
Where many midnight hours sped
With my shoulder propping up your head.
Or were you just a dream?

I notice the fountain squirting high
Cool water into the starlit sky,
Whose mist splashed us as we stood by,
Watching its mighty stream.
I see the lawn where we would lay
Reading poetry in nights slow sway
And tumble about in playful fray,
Or were you just a dream?

My heart skips and I rejoice,
I think I hear your angel voice
Or is it just my minds cruel choice
To hear a tune so supreme?
Sodden eyes and a head split in two
Prove I was right in thinking you
Were simply too good to be true.
You must have been a dream.