Dreaming

She had been in my dreams
Not one night but hundreds
She had become a part
Of my sleepless and lonely times

Darkness in the day I saw
There shone a lamp of hope
Craving for that desire
I lived an incomplete life

I dreamt of the time
When she would be mine
But feared to wake up again
And face the fact of sunshine

The day was like a heavenly boon
She came to me in the reality of life
And answered the question I longed for
“Yes, dreaming can also be fruitful”, She said

Isar