Another Dream Come True Poem by Mary Champion

Last night, a dream came true within a dream,
when you walked in.
The hurt was healed, our love might reign supreme
a chance to win?
Your lips on mine, the press of flesh on flesh -
and yet I knew,
the one I'll cleave to when I start afresh,
will not be you.
Regretfully, your beauty I observe,
undimmed by time.
You and I are not what we deserve -
you are not mine.
And yet I can't lament the interlude
when rapture reigned.
With hindsight, all the hurting can be viewed
as knowledge gained