Final Dream Poem by Barry Middleton

my heart still beats like a ticking clock
my lungs still move the air
and the tide runs in and out

and dreams of passion come and go
the synapses of forgotten memory
spark and fire a ghost

when the sun rises I face my chores
daydreams at the grocery store
and small conversations with idiots

still I will find the fantasy of night
and I will run to you as in my youth
my heart impassioned by desire

and you await my outstretched arms
and we are young again
as I embrace my final dream