Through Dreams

How odd it is -- but then
perhaps not at all odd
that a parallel world appears
to exist alongside the one
we imagine ourselves to be
inhabiting, experiencing,
involved within, where we 
live out our years. Strange too
that those worlds begin to
intersect as we grow older.
When, in our dreaming hours
those absent from our lives
long since suddenly appear
and we casually greet as
though no separation had
ever occurred. They take
their leave as suddenly
as they appeared and the
changing scene, both familiar
and not so, moves on.