Let me drift,
into the beauty of sleep,
where I dream my dreams,
and do not weep.

When I awaken,
you are not here,
I reach for you,
blindly,
grasping,
nothing-
but pain,
that empty feeling.

Deep inside,
my heart-
wailing,
for your loss.

In my sleep,
I see only you,
feel only you,
hold you,
yet,
the dampness on my pillow,
my mourning dew.