I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with <br />her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face <br />and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst <br />my sleep like a bubble. <br />I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window, <br />like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment <br />she had a dream that rhymed with mine.<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lover-s-gifts-xxviii-i-dreamt-2/
