The witching hour

I dreamt of you at the witchng hour.
The world was grey, cold and dark.
The liquor kept me warm.
I asked the keeper for another pour
"Make it two" i heard you say
You pulled a stool up, close to me
Amidst the gray you were light
A lazy smile upon your face
You started talking, I downed my drink
You made a joke that made me laugh
The world didnt seem so grey
We talked for what seemed like hours
I told you my woes, my hopes and dreams
You smile again as the hour closes
"This isnt real"
I woke with a smile
I know it wasnt, but it felt nice to dream