I met you once, by chance
but you appeared in my dreams
the very next day.
It was not happy nor unhappy
not in black and white but nor bright and colourful
(like the ones I usually see)
It wasn't unimaginable or unclear
(like most of my dreams)
It didn't change faces or continued for a longtime

I saw us at a party
you stood across the room
and suddenly turned, caught my eye and smiled
lifting the glass of beer you were nursing as a greeting.
That was it.
Yet, it was crisp clear
that it was almost 'real'

Enough to leave me wishing
to meet you by chance
once again
on another hot summer day