Dreaming of you

I dreamed of you, last night.

Your face was full of wrinkles, but your hair was still honey gold.

You were sharing your hard won wisdom with me.

I felt like an infant. I felt itty bitty.

You looked at me as if it were the first time you ever saw me.

When you hugged me, it felt like the only one you'd ever given me,

and as I sank into your shoulder, I sank into oblivion.