Do I wake from dreaming or am I still asleep?
For often your voice within my ears I keep.
As gently as a whisper, as mighty as the lions’ roar,
Softly on the gentle breeze or aft’ the slamming door.
My name I hear you call in that old familiar tone,
And I often wonder, is it heard by me alone?
Last night I thought I felt you sitting on my bed,
I thought I felt your lips then press on my forehead.
How can it be though, you’ve been gone these many years;
Yet still when I think of you I’m often brought to tears.
Are you always in the house, or do you come and go?
Is that you I’ve seen watching from the rear window?
Are you proud of me and the person I’ve become?
Is that you talking when I think I’ve heard someone?
Why can I only hear you clear when I’m still asleep?
For its’ not my ears but within my heart your voice I do keep.
My ears have grown to old to hear you it may seem,
But I’ll hear you in with my heart each night as I do dream.

Do I wake from dreaming or do I stay asleep?
For now, I’ll dream, and by your side I’ll keep.

_Doug Logan
2018