Dreams

a poem by Dolores Greenawalt
We stare at the same moon,
I wake up thinking you’re next to me, but you’re not,
I stare at the stars wondering if you’re near me,
Do you think of me like I dream of you?
My heart wanders to you
I surmise you feel the same
The moon wistfully wanders through the night,
Sends me dreams of the truth
I lean to my side and my body gives up
I open my eyes and you’re here
It was all a dream I tell myself as I hear the moon laughing at it sets.