In the morning at the break of dawn
I wake up to see you're gone
I am shocked and in a state of fright
Where did you go in the dead of night
I cry out and search for you
Thinking, this can't be true
I'm sweating, your name comes out in a scream
Realising, O thank God, it's only a dream
© KH
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Nice poem, Katinka. I'm often relieved that, my dreams are dreams