From the past

From here I found my little paradise
Sitting under the vines of ivy,
I shed a few salty tears
The week has been heavy
and worry has made its nest to my chest
I hope they are okay,
the shiny-eyed woman
and the one with bandages in her arms
I send my love to them
whisper a blessing into the water
The stream, flow, sleeping ducks on the rocks
which sun has warmed to be comfortable
I wake up mid-dream
or am I still dreaming?
I will wait for you.