Dreams

I have this dream
of these images
of you and me
going on a pilgrimage
to my empty frames
and lonely caves
to remind me of the memories.

I have this dream
of our smiles
shared between
distant miles
coming forth
to cloud my mind
also in kind
to remind me of the memories.

Then I have this dream
of our close touch
skin so smooth
yet also rough
trembling my soul within
it comes wherein
to remind me of the memories.

Dreams will come.
Dreams will go.
But these memories
Will follow me so.