Two lovers come to find new love;
Each an imagined image brings,
And each a living lover finds.
Apart they dreamed of this touching;
Together, now, the touch is real.
Over time their two dreams combined,
‘til the imagined and the real
Are now one.
As he dreamed of her
And she, laying there beside him,
Dreamed the double of his vison.
Or did they each have but one half
Of a dream longing to be whole?
Awakening, he sees her there
As she watches from amid her
She smiles and he knows
His dream was born in her bright eyes,
And he returns it to her with
A tender kiss and this poor poem.