It Was Just A Dream...

So clearly in my dream
Your figure is portrayed,
I hear your voice so strong and firm
Yet soft without betrayl.

I hug your jolly figure
And with tear-filled eyes you gleam,
We hold the lives of one another
Not knowing it's a dream.

The happiness I feel
The hope of seeing you,
I anticipate the thought
That maybe it is true.

The gun was never to your head
We never heard the shot,
I dreamt the entire death
Nonsense I was taught.

But the fog begins to drift
Into the scene we play,
Now we're saying goodbye
You've led me astray!

I thought it was a dream!
You misled me, I trusted you!
No you can't, you can't be gone
Someone tell me it's not true!

Tears are streaming down my face
As I'm driven away,
He's nothing but a shadow now
My hope begins to fray.

I awake in quite a sweat
Of anguish, fear and dread,
Reality begins to hit
My grandpa's really dead.

I had a dream last night, and i saw my grandpa so clearly in it and i felt him and heard his voice. i woke up this morning and i was sad to awake, i wanted him back. in 2003, my grandpa killed himself after over a decade of fighting cancer and other numerous diseases, and not once have i ever been angry with him b/c i watched him every day in pain. he's happy now, but i miss him, and that dream is what this poem is about. hope you all like it r/r/c thanks.