Whenever I Dream Poem by John Bliven Morin

Whenever I dream, I’m always young;
I stride and even run
On dewy grass, through woods I pass
As once when life was fun.

My family and my friends I see,
As through an open door;
Those of today and yesterday,
They laugh and sing once more.

And they are always young as well;
Adventures in the mist,
And lovers fair with flowing hair
I meet in spectral tryst.

To dream is but reliving life
As we would have it be;
With my last breath, I’ll not fear death,
And dream again of thee.