In the silence of night

I dream

For in my sleep

Lucid visions of you

Are mine to keep.

In the soft hue

Of a morning's light

I see your figure

On the other side.

Slowly and with ease

I approach from behind

Propelled by a desire

To see your face.

A need much stronger

Than dreams.

I gaze intently

At your dress

Of white lace.

I long to caress

The golden locks

Of your hair.

However, this is not

As simple as it seems

For you are now locked

Into my nightly dreams.

With invisible commands

From my mind

I move around you

To the other side.

I can now see your face

Soft  and glowing.

I watch in silence

As you lift a silver chalice

To your lips so full and red.

Cut stones of blue

And emerald hue

Cast their tiny beams of light

Into your eyes so blue.

I cry out, "I love you,"

But you hear me not.

I reach out to touch

Your beautiful golden hair

But only pull to me

A fist of air.

Distant but ever nearing

Voices I hear

Faint at first

But growing louder

As they near.

Then with full sound.

The radio's morning show

Pounding in my ear.

I watch helpless

As you

Begin to disappear.

Now with eyes

Still full of sleep

I roll to my bed's side

When on the floor

A small glint

Of light catches my eye.

For there

Next to my shoes

Lay two tiny stones

                                  Of emerald hue.

                                J. Allen Wilson 2003