Another Dream

In the dream I said I wanted us always to be us, to be together, not just be you and me.  When I awoke it was not that way, not really.  The "us" we have is of wish and memory and whatever one might call the way I talk to you in a way more real than most prayer.  It is not at all as we had planned when we expected always to be us, growing into a very old us before we would have to think it might end.  At least today, the dream was the better part.  Waking could not compare.