you’re still a dream.
and within it I have made a thousand
with just one whisper of your voice,
the smallest sound was enough to warm
me on so many freezing nights.
In my dream, I have stolen the ink
from the shadows that have moved across
the stoic planes of your face,
and with it i’ve composed symphonies
of laughter and delight.
And in your tears I drowned,
Pulled under by the currents of your frustration,
swirled and pushed and thrown
and I have been the lonely, stranded soul
cast away by a mighty sea; banished by your rough waters.
I dream of happiness.
Of bright, white sunrises.
of your contentment.
and the tears in your eyes
come with a smile.
I don’t think I’ll ever be enough.
I don’t think i’ll ever compare
to the vision in your mind.
But in the same instant that my
dream shatters, and with it my weak heart,
I pray you have all that you’ve ever wanted
and know that I am sincere.