Hand-Dreaming

I lay quietly asleep

With mind silenced breathing deep
‎There's no face or sound or color
Just your hand holding my sorrow.

We don't speak as there’s no need
To feel words beneath our feet
It is dark outside and cold
Your hand warm holding my soul.

In my dream there is no face
And no tear, nothing to trace
Your hand gentle on my skin
And no fabric in between.

I did not invite you in
Still, you’re here in my dream
Knowing that I want you near
As the forest needs the deer.

I wake up. Apparently
There's nobody next to me
But I know I'm not alone
As your hand is never gone!

The dream faints away too fast
Still, one thing will always last
As I ride my own life’s wave
You, my friend, will keep me safe!

Georgina Popescu