Once I dreamed of me,
sitting on a bench beside a stream
of black pitch road and
buildings tucked together in seam.
I was older, much older
with flowing white hair and gentle dark blue eyes
with faded weather wrinkles of a life soldier.
I was waiting there with a smug smile on my face,
knowing somehow that I was loved
and that I had lived a full life in this place.
I could feel the warmth of knowledge that my children were grown,
it was clear as a sparkling sunshine day and
I knew that we had done what was needed with the seeds we'd sown.
I was waiting for someone, a person second to none
in my eyes at least, who I knew intimately-
a closeness we shared, a oneness still after all the years and then some.
and I knew without a doubt that this would come to pass,
as I dreamed this dream,
I knew that I would soon find my heart's companion at last.