Dreams surface from our inner mind,
Our deepest thoughts,
Dreams are truly,
One of a kind,
A dream of a loved one,
Is welcomed with love,
Our one and only way,
To see them,
To hold them,
Now they rest up above,
Lovely dreams,
If only to be true,
A chance to do,
What we long to do,
Often I wish,
That my dreams were for real,
To be with you again,
Just to have you near.
Jayne Louise Davies
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