A Dream More True

Yesterday I stood on a familiar street

echoing with car horns and scenes from a past,

a childhood innocence of long walks.

When traffic sounds dimly aware

I watched a scene in sharp focus:

two children walking towards me

deep in some doubtless philosophical words,

walking past me, engrossed, in their bubble,

and disappeared into the home of one of them

just down this same busy, silent street.

But the other day, I dreamt of you --

A lucid dream when I knew I was dreaming

shoved reality away and refused to wake up:

For you touched me gently on my ear

let your hand linger softly on my cheek

held my gaze in yours

and wrote an ode to me with your eyes

in a moment that stretched to eternity.

And though you betray my days

with perplexing silence and confusing absence,

in my dreams,

In my dreams, you are so true to me.

So I choke on those words

the right ones said at the right time

for will they really make you mine?

And the harsh sun of the day

creates havoc with the softness of my dreams

making each awakening an anticlimax

in which all things fall apart.

Thus hopelessly trapped in the sun

I long for shadows to chase the day away

to free me from shackled reality

and just for a few moments each night

I can hold you gently in my arms

soothe the worry from your shoulders

steal a kiss from your lips

and lose myself in dreams of you…

in which

A whisper can make you tremble

A look can speed up your heart

A touch can make you melt

A caress can ignite endless passion

A place that we can imagine, even see,

But perhaps one where we can never be.