Good morning dearly departed friend.
I dreamt we sat at a table in heaven.
We played cribbage and cards.
We reminisced
We thought hard.
I fought the knowledge of a dream.
The shadows were lit
And the fruit forbidden.
When I looked at you I saw the past.
I saw a father holding his son,
Wrapping him in his arms
And giggling aloud.
I saw a meadow,
We both ran.
You beat me to the end,
There's a first time for everything.
I closed my eyes and opened them again,
You were no longer there my dearly departed friend.
Instead, I stood at a cliff side alone,
Staring down into my soul.
I saw turmoil, and heavy clouds.
I heard lightning, and guttural growls.
Shivers ran up and down my spine,
In this dream your tumors were benign.
