Day Five - II

A sleepy day, today has been
and a dreamy one at that,
I dreamt a poem, a poem
the words for which I forgot,
But it's meaning stayed with me
I guess just so that
it an be told to you.
It was a tale of your visit
to our home, where you and me
made a beautiful we.
It was a tale of how my house
you visited and made it into
liveable home.
And in the same dream
I read your reply
(a benefit of loving
a poet, I guess)
Yes, I forgot the words for that too.
But the beauty and meaning,
both came from that reply,
and from you.