I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with
her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face
and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst
my sleep like a bubble.
I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,
like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment
she had a dream that rhymed with mine.
Lover's Gifts Xxviii: I Dreamt
Rabindranath Tagore
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Poem topics: dream, fire, hair, silence, sleep, world, head, moment, face, touch, window, melody, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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