In Some Night Dreams.

In some night dreams,

my son, I wander

the hospital corridors

in search of you.

No one else walks,

just me walking

the artificial lit corridors,

hoping to find you there.

But you are not to be found,

just the silence of night,

and my eyes search

the dim lit corridors and corners,

wanting to see you

alive not dead,

want you for real

not just a memory

in my ageing head,

to hold you close

one more time before I wake.

But nothing except

the dim-lit corridors

of the hospital

in which you died,

no words or whispers,

just the undisturbed silence

in a dream,

and the absence of you,

no more

to embrace you close

nor gaze

into your calm,

smile face.