I dreamed, of silhouettes,
On your window shade,
Embraced,
Tenderly kissing, one another.

Enraged thoughts,
Traveled, through my mind,
Not knowing,
who is holding you tonight?

Who is tasting, the nectars?
Of your sweet lips,
As those hands, hold you tightly,
By your soft lovely hips.

Will this be, the cross to bear?
For my future, those silhouettes,
I can't just walk away,
Without a care.

Is this a dream,
Or a nightmare?
Please, don't let it continue,
I just want, to scream.

To wake up, to be pinched,
To know, it's not reality,
Or did I see, "this scene",
On the silver screen?

Yet, I hear the sounds,
Of the night,
The croaking frogs,
The calling, of night birds,
Before, the morning light.

The wind, blowing on the trees,
They mock me not,
So what, can all this be?
But, the cross to bear, for me.