Future Dream

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Last night, the strangest dream had I,
For on some unknown pebbled beach we walked;
Hands loosely clasped, toward a setting sun,
And in this dream, we finally talked.

There was a peace between two friends,
Who'd wandered many a stormy shore;
Yet, there was no awkward sense of distance,
In our old age, we were friends once more.

We looked nothing like we looked right now,
Time had marked out limbs and spirits well;
But as our eyes surveyed each other,
Twas as if the past had cast us in its spell.

We spoke of all that had occured,
In the silent years we were apart;
It was such a joy to talk together again,
To know you finally believed from the heart.

Oh, what we felt when all was said,
Was a vague sense of regret and sadness;
That we walked separate paths to get here,
Because of a moment of bittersweet madness.

Twas strange to dream of the future so,
But it's surety there felt truly right;
I awoke with a dawning spark of hope,
That someday, the end of the silence I'll sight.