Last night, I dreamt that you could say my name,
So I repaid your voice with my embrace,
But when I woke, it all remained the same:
You could not call me, though you kissed my face.
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............an interesting write....and a special tribute to a special person....
This sonnet reminds me of my younger brother who passed on several years ago. I hope to be reunited with him in heaven, to use your words. Like your brother, I do not 'care a whit for fame'. I shun it.