• I wait in anticipation,
    For the moon to rise,
    And her children, the stars to join her,
    Against the never ending darkness.

    Once again as always,
    I crawl into bed,
    And turn out the light,
    Then close my eyes.

    I can see you in my waking mind,
    Though dreaming you at night,
    Is more vivid as I am in your domain.
    Your smile is gentle but still that of a tricksters.

    I love sleep,
    The endless nights spent with you,
    Though you do not exist,
    Except in my mind.

    You greet me with a warm touch.
    I am still blind and only able to feel.
    You sigh in my ear and I can hear.
    You turn me to face you,
    And I can smell your sweet fragrance,
    Like that of a peach.
    You tell me to open my eyes,
    And I am no longer blinded by shadow,
    But see more vividly than reality.

    The world paints itself around us,
    An orange sunrise on the horizen,
    Then a green forest, ancient and full of wisdom,
    And the grass lush, covered in dew and gleaming like emeralds.

    You offer me your hand and I take it.
    You lead me into the woods,
    Where we meet men dressed like you,
    In beautiful silk robes,
    Spinning with there partners,
    Adorned in flowing dresses.

    You laugh, as I am in but my pajamas,
    But that soon changes.
    I am dressed in a white.

    Soon, we join the crowd, dancing and smiling.
    This is a thrill, being with you,
    And forgetting my drab, dull reality.
    We are together and vivid.

    But all things must end.
    The sun rises and I notice the rest of the dancers
    Have departed.
    I remember that I have not tasted in this dream,
    So you kiss me.

    It is tender, sweet and very fragile.
    It is a moment that makes me content and ready to leave,
    To re-enter my life of daytime.

    My eyes open.
    The forest and the dancers are gone.
    My gown is gone.
    You are gone too.

    I get up to the sound of moms wakeup calls,
    And get dressed, eat, brush my teeth and head off.
    The morning is breathtaking,
    But my mind is still dwelling on the dream,
    And the kiss still lingering on my lips.