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While Sleeping

Updated on June 6, 2017
"Daybreak" by Maxfield Parrish
"Daybreak" by Maxfield Parrish

While Sleeping

I saw you come to me, My Love,

Once in a midnight’s dream,

My head was laid upon my pillow,

And my eyes saw not this world,

But another.

T’was not a dream of love I dreamt,

But one of impending sorrow,

For in this dream I dreamt that night,

Our love would end tomorrow.

And when I woke upon the day,

Try as I might, I could not stay the hand

Of Fate which seemed to draw

All things to act my dream.

I could not cry, though in my heart

I saw love’s end in sight.

Instead, I stood in deepening sorrow

And tried to change my plight.

So fearful, I, to lose my love,

I strove the more to keep it,

Yet on the morrow I was alone,

So very all alone.

Time has passed, and now it seems,

I only thought I loved you,

For a memory is all you are to me,

Or are you a dream that came to me

Once in a midnight’s sleep?


Brian Gray March 25, 1976

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      Brian Gray 3 months ago from Pennsylvania

      Kavitha,

      Thank you for reading my poem. I am glad you enjoyed it, and, yes, memories of past loves are so valuable.

      Brian

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      Kavitha Mendonsa 3 months ago from Mumbai, India

      Memories are all that we have left of time that has passed. You have captured it so well in this poem.

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      Brian Gray 3 months ago from Pennsylvania

      Fullerman5000,

      Thank you for reading this one and for your kind comments. And, yes, thank God for dreams. They are what keeps us moving forward.

      Brian

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      Ryan Fuller 3 months ago from Louisiana, USA

      I always say that memories are a way for us to travel back in time. This was a great poem and I enjoyed it very much. What a great way to express love and emotion. Cannot wait to read more. Thanks for sharing.

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      Brian Gray 3 months ago from Pennsylvania

      ThreeKeys,

      So true. Thanks for reading this one and your kind comments.

      Brian

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      ThreeKeys 3 months ago from Australia

      Our second life comes alive in our dreams. Thank God! Sweet poem. All the best to you and your loved ones, Brian.