Do you think, there are times when you miss someone, who has died, and passed out of your life, ... you miss them soooo much you dream them back into your life??
I think this must be true. Because I keep dreaming of my friend, who is gone.
I keep holding his living body in my dreams.
I keep feeling his living body, the warmth, the joy, the life force.
His vital, living being, ... I feel it still, in my dreams.
I enfold his physical body. I crush him to my warmth with love and affection.
We were never physical lovers, yet I feel his presence. I feel his body, his being.
Which goes against all I believe of how we are.
His favourite song for us...
Mary Hopkin, Those Were The Days My Friend.