I love dreaming
Dreaming is the only connection between his world and mine.
Dreaming of him reminds me that I lost some one I love.
I had a dream the day before.
In my dream,
He came
I looked at him; talked to him; felt him, his is warm
He looked pale; I begged him not to go away but he insisted
After waking up,
I vividly remember his visage, but I lost his voice
I am glad he came again.