I had a dream last night with my ghost.
We were running in a field of wildflowers.
We were laughing and playing.
Like old times.
Laid down in the wild flowers.
He held my hand while I cried.
I told him about my dreams that were unfilled
My hopes that had died
My bones that had been broken
My tears yet to fall
He whispered five words
in my ear.
I was comforted by his presence.
Renewed by his encouragement.
I awoke knowing that I would get through
No matter what may come I know he meant it
when he whispered
“Never Stop Believing In You”
This post is part of the Daily Prompt. The word was ghost.