Hopes, Dreams And Memories

I woke from another dream,
One of you and one of me,
A happy past of laughter,
Resting now in memory.

In this dream of you and I,
I was sick, yet you were healed,
You pulled me close, tenderly,
Acting as my treasured shield.

Softer still, you whispered low,
Arms embraced, breath on my ear,
'I will be your medicine,
For as long as I am here.'

My heart was warmed by your words,
By your tender, loving kiss,
Mended by your caring touch,
I experienced sweet bliss.

I was healed, yet you were sick,
I pulled you close, holding tight,
Hoping, dreaming, you would stay,
My medicine, who made me right.

You then faded from my sight,
Slowly drifting from my arms,
As I fell far from slumber,
Waking to the loud alarms.

I woke from another dream,
One of you and one of me,
A happy past of laughter,
Resting now in memory.