Dreaming of a Fine Wine

Dreaming of a Fine Wine

I dreampt of you from two nights ago.
That evening we talked ‘til morning
I told you I would dream of you.

With each toss and turn,
With each squeeze of my pillow
I saw you lying there next to me.

It was a restless night for sleeping
But I did not care, since you were there
You spoke to me, in somewhat of a whisper.

‘Lay your head here on my pillow,
and be with me’ – and I lay down
Grabbing the pillow ever so tight.

Our faces came so close together
With our eyes still locked, we kissed
A kiss more real than any dream should allow.