Dream Of Me Poem by Yekaterina Bezpalaya

And I screamed for you from these distant shores,
Still smiled all the same because I missed you so,
Such a faulty attempt it was,
To dream away that sorrowed time,
And yet I hoped and knew,
That I was yours and you were mine.
In the night,
It sickens me,
To see,
To wake,
It’s just a dream.
Fantasized by my own mind’s scheme.
Disastrously I crave you more,
Because your touch to me is no less than sifted sand on the beach shore,
And memories are but nuisances to rehearse that you’re not here,
And just the same awaiting you,
My love,
My life,
My dear.