Elusively, floating into my dreams you come. You are are helping others to safety. You are pointed out to me as my son. I found you! In hushed tones people speak of your gentle courage. It’s you I see and I am elated and proud. Something happens, there is danger, and I catch my breath in disbelief.
It’s a physical pain as I realize it is a dream.
You were there, fleetingly, now gone, fate unknown. The dream dissipates with the waking of a new day. I have an acute sense of loss once again. For a brief moment I felt the joy of finding you again. Maybe one day. Bittersweet.
