Simple Dreams

 Dreams of my friends that are gone....
they feel so strong.

I wonder if I died but then I wake up.

My dog is staring deeply into my eyes.
 She moves her mouth like she's going to tell me something.
No words come out because she does not know English.

She knows.
The dreams are simple but they are deep.
I don't know if it's bad or good...but the dog knows and she stares.

She does not speak of such things and I have a feeling that maybe I should not either.

Dreams that maybe should stay between God , the dog, myself, and well..the blog.

Maybe.