Beloved, <br /> <br />Since that sad November night, <br />I often, in my waking hours, <br />try desperately to relive <br />those happy years with you, <br />though always felt as if were <br />just reading stories about us, <br />in beautifully-bound diaries, <br />each stamped 'For reading only'. <br /> <br />But in my dreams those stories <br />all come to life, allowing me <br />to see you, hear you, feel you, <br />as if you were still with me... <br />Old memories will slowly fade, <br />but God-inspired imagination <br />will help us to rekindle them, <br />in dreams, more real than life... <br /> <br />Sept.12,2006<br /><br />Willem VanVoorthuysen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/more-real-than-life/
