I chronicle my dreams of you In this log book of mine. Started when you said our paths don't meet, And left with a smile for me. Should not press more, I thought Lest you feel annoyed. Took your words For their worth in gold And became your silent lover. I dream to fill your vacuum in me And serve as a constant companion. I dream to look back and muse And exude, exhilarating in your care. I dream to love you And love you much more Evermore. Perfecting some, time and again, I have these select ones With which I force to dream, When I fall to slumber on the couch Thinking of you. When I go places and someone asks, "First time here?", I say to self, "Nay, been here With my love of yore, In the dream I dreamt Last summer by the shore." When I sit to eat I consciously turn around To check you next to me As you would always be In the dreams I dream Which have the same waiter serving the same dish In the same very table. When I walk alone I consciously talk aloud To you walking next to me As you would always be In the dreams I dream Which have the same road turning the same corner In the same very crossing. When I create new I consciously gesture To you standing appreciating As you would always be In the dreams I dream Which have the same worktable laden with same tools In the same very room. When I drive along I consciously narrate To you sitting listening As you would always be In the dreams I dream Which have the same player playing the same music In the same very car. When I need counseling And know the answers too You come again Preaching me my own words And lift me, As I raise myself through your voice. All those places worthy of a name All those nooks without a name We been there, you and me. All those festivals, coming round the year All those successes, real or made-up We celebrated both, you and me. All those failures, all those tragedies We shouldered together, you and me. And I have all these here in my dreams, Duly chronicled in this log. Don't know how you live now What you are now What you are facing now But won't allow anything befall on you At least in my dreams of you; As I once dreamt you as dead God forbid. Got up with tears in eyes Time for work, clock said Nope, should alter this dream, my mind said So I slept again, To make it a little accident And me serving you to cure. Now with wrinkled face and grey hair I still dream that young man and woman, Who lived long back And now live, timeless In my dreams. Nowadays I long to see you once; Once again After all these years To compare with that young dame Who lived long back Who still comes in my dreams. I can still meet you, as you left With a smile for me. But I am afraid to, Lest that visage of yours I dream Might alter from what it is now, And I may dream not what I dream now. Each page of this log is a record Of a sound sleep with you in mind. Over the years, its bulky now With you and me in all corners thinkable. It wont yellow, as it is not of paper But in my memory, never failing me. Started the day you left with a smile for me, Will end the day I rest my back for good, This dream log of this silent lover.