IN MY DREAMS

By Wendy : Shywalker

A boy that would have been a man,
a man that had been a father--in the past now.

Now, I am just a man-- nothing more.

I wander, dreaming of a past that will never be.
Searching for...?
Something?
Anything that will give me a touch--an essence of my son.

In the lonely darkness of nightmares, my young son,
calls to me, his arms clawing at the air between us.
He pleads for help, screaming my name through the fire,
but bound by the past--I am powerless to help him.

The pain of my weakness, squeezes my heart-- so surely I must die.

Then the child becomes a man, so handsome, with a sparkle that lights
his eyes--this man has Laura's eyes?

I am looking at my son.

My pain releases to a wonderful dream--a dream where my son lives.