You cannot dream things that never were
for in a sometime and a somewhere
they've taken place and left their indelible memory
on your mind.
Only to be remembered when a slim shadow
casts its spell across your life
and causes you to bring forth a relic,
a piece of the dream that had its substance
in a far time when love was pocketed
near your heart and brought forth to heal
a wound, to make life complete.
Never to question why or why not.
Simply because it is.