In my dreams

In my dreams you are here with me, lying next to me, nuzzling your face into my neck. In my dreams, you are there when I get home, I feel your strong hands caress my face, my neck, my shoulders. In my dreams, I hear your voice speak my name using barely a whisper. In my dreams we live as one--we fight, we make love, we are simply forever. In my dreams, we hold hands, we laugh, you kiss my heartbreak away and I have not one doubt that you are mine...in love with me forever. In my dreams, I am able to love your sorrow and doubt into submission. In my dreams, you breathe life into my soul. In my dreams, we share our life, our days, our successes, our heartaches...if only in my dreams.

Oh yes, living in a dream world can be quite beautiful. The problem with dreams is one must wake from them--eventually. No matter how you long to return to the beautiful oasis of your dreams--your temporary hiatus from reality; the dawning of a new light requires you open your eyes and begin again.

Living in my beautiful dream world is all I have left of you. As each day begins I only long to fall back into a blissful sleep dreaming you are here, with me, for eternity. It angers my soul when my eyes can no longer remain closed and I need to leave the fantasy world I have created. When I awake, truth floods in and it takes me just a moment...I must stop myself from screaming; from crying out in pain. I take a deep breath in, throw the covers away, and brace for another day where reality holds a void no other can fill. I continue to go through the motions, live my life, and ensure that I am completely spent by the end of my days so I may swiftly fall back into your arms as slumber takes hold.

Good night, my dream, I pray you will be waiting for me to resume our beautiful rendezvous as sleep takes over my conscious mind.