I woke up this morning with a strange dream in my head,

Mysterious it was,

Somewhere lost in a strange land.

And stranger still - there you were.

There was a journey,

And we made friends along the way,

Until we came to 'home'.

A small gathering; perhaps a party.

Then,

                        ever so gently,

                                        you leaned my way

                                                             and kissed my cheek.

And when I awoke this morning

It could all have been so real.

I touched my hand to my face

And I could have believed it to be true.

Had you been there,

by my side?

Could you really have,

                 so gently,

                                                    kissed me?