I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair withher fingers, playing the melody of her touch.
I looked at her faceand struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burstmy 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 momentshe had a dream that rhymed with mine.
