Vladimir Huber > Poems > Friend-lover

Atlantic City, NJ, Oct. 23, 1972


By Vladimir Huber

All kinds of people
all searching for the same
You dream of me
I dream of you
You come by, you go away
You take my hand
I dream of love
You leave my hand
I feel lost

I can’t see the dream
The dream has been with me
for a whole life

Don’t turn to me
if you can’t turn to yourself
Do it, but knowing
that I might drop your hand
But always remember
that my love will never drop you