A Dream, to Dust

Was it in a dream?
That we met.
Was it real?
That moment.
I see your face so clearly.
As I recall the past.
So real it felt.
That warmth, the joy.
And the sadness of you leaving.
Will you come back?
Or never again.
Shall we meet.
Was it in a dream?
Our meeting.
Was it real?
Were you real?
Was I real?
That dream like memory.
As started to fade.
Though your face still remains.
Within my hazy mind.
Was it a dream?
When everything turned to dust.
When you left.
My tears, fell like rain.
And stilled the shifting dust.
Was it in a dream?
That we met.
Was it real?
That moment.
Or was it just a dream after all.
Everything is fading.
Slowly disappearing.
As my sight, my mind.
Becomes hazy.
Eternal sleep comes to take me.
As the gentle evening colors,
Turn into the dark of night.
Was it in a dream?
That we met.
Was it real?
That moment.
I still see your face so clearly.
As I lay to rest my weakened frame,
And close my tired eyes.
Will we meet again?
Within a dream.
Were you real?
Was I real?
Does it matter now?
For now I turn to dust,
And become like stardust.
As we once again meet,
In a dream;