Dreams

Do you dream of me,
While you are sleeping,
Resting and at ease?
Are the shadows gone from your mind?
Or am I still hiding there?
Do you hear me,
Whispering through the breeze?
Does the sound of my voice still drop you to your knees?
Can you feel my touch on your face?
Does it still take you to a higher place?
Does my love mean a thing to you?
Or is it disposable too?
Will you remember me,
When I am dead and gone?

(M.Scott 5/12/10 1:30AM)