Sweet silence

Silence, blackness, me in the middle
Slowly and surely my dream comes back
When in that sweet silence I sat inclined
To seek the companion who grieves in my absence
Who claps at my presence like a friend for another
A heart  for its owner, a ship for its captain
Loneliness is a blessing when the heart has much to say.

And so I listened to the dreams that I had
Like a mother to a child, afraid to see her fall
A mind to a heart, to counsel and nurture
“Dream less,” she said “lest you are dreaming alone”
My heart in pain looked up and said
“But whom I love I’ve given all”
Does love come back in that same form?