Dreams Worth Gold Poem by Shirley Harrison

Dreams Worth Gold
Did I ever tell you
It's in my semi-conscious
that I meet them?
not all together,
they visit one bye one
a very private meeting, if you will

last night it was of Lee
I dreamt
he had never died at all
It was all just a big mistake
he was alive and smiling at me
Just like he always used to do

and on awakening
from my most cheerful slumberbash
I realised...

it was just the intervention
of the most kindest side
of my semi-conscious state
that at least let me see him once again

I held my big brothers hand
and that for me is
a dream worth gold.