Remembered dream

Mid morning at my desk I remembered my dream.
I face I've not seen in so long.
Incandescent joy.

The building was dark but the embrace was
strong.
Smiles and words and easy
air.

Mid morning at my desk I smiled.

I thought of yellow roses,
red earrings
and coffee with the ducks.

It's strange how dreams seem real.
I could have seen you,
could have held you.

Mid morning at my desk I knew you were alive.