A MESSAGE IN MY DREAMS

As I lay in my bed dreaming, my brother came to me.
We shall speak in the morning, just you wait and see.
He had long been gone, but in the dark I found a trace,
He was hiding in a looking glass, in light his shining grace.

I’m here now sister, lay safe and in your slumber, listen,
I tell my story, with all my love, as I am on a mission,
I’ve come here with a secret, that I have to share.
Let me hold your hand, and touch the silver in your hair.

I’ve brought you a gift, the one you thought was lost,
Irreplaceable and precious, to balance the limitless cost.
He placed it in my hand, in my fist I curled it tight,
And I held it there until I woke, in the morning light.

As I unfurled my fingers, letters spilled into my palm,
Sister dear I love you, this news will hold you warm.
Written in a note, delicate paper floated into flame,
The script spelled out a message in our mother’s name.

I hope this brings you joy, and all happiness you desire,
On the days the breeze is blowing, hear my whispers to inspire.
And butterflies they flutter as your thoughts come to my mind,
I watch you from the distance, my love you will always find.

Her words like heat soothed me, in this fleeting incident,
And there I lay in wonder, of sleeps illusory event.
The ashes in her memory, lay lost on my white soft sheet,
But in tears of joy and sadness, this moment echoes on repeat.