Worlds in Collision

David and Gill
I dreamed I tried to get you on the phone
Frustratingly, and typically of dreams,
And waking, I forgot I was alone;
An image briefly flickers by and gleams
Evanescent in the morning light;
Remembrance of reality returns
For though I have pursued you through the night
When morning comes my daytime self relearns
And I recall how you were ill and died,
Were buried, and four months have followed since,
Thus shockingly do dreams and truth collide
And when I wake I say ‘Goodnight, sweet prince.’

November 1990

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