In Dreams is my latest poem I am pleased to present it to you. This is one of many that I have written at three in the morning because I couldn’t sleep. Everything in that space just feels too real.
And then a memory of this person came to me.
This was a person I deeply cherished, and now they are no longer here. My goal was to create a piece that celebrates their memory. This poem is about preserving their spirit, keeping it alive and powerful, even after they’ve passed. It’s a reflection on how to hold onto them without it breaking you. And for me, it is through dreams.
That’s where I can still reach them.
But honestly, this poem is not just about one person. It’s about all of them. The ones still here and the ones who left. Everyone who feels like a sun burning inside me. Warm and always there. They’re constantly on my mind, and I wanted to get that down somehow. That feeling of loving someone through all space and time. Not like they’re gone forever, just like they moved. And now I have to love them from here.
I couldn’t stop my brain that night. I just kept thinking about how dreams are the only place where being apart doesn’t really matter. Where we can still touch somehow. I needed to write it to make it real. To say it out loud: you’re still here. You’re still in me. Even though I miss you.
In Dreams
dreamlight folds the night where the dark forgets our names your face never comes yet I remember you still breathless near my skin in the hush between our thoughts do not speak or stir silence makes the shape of you like lost ancient suns old as longing, faint with fire I will look for you in my dreams and love you there your soul moves through time and space
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Very beautiful
The loss, personified into few lines. Nicely done. Silent, hush and instructional that you will meet them there.