Aren’t You Just A Dream?


He said,
Tell me you love me,
And I understood,
It wasn’t words he wanted to hear,
Not at all…

It was a touch he wanted,
Me reaching out,
Feeling if he was real,
If I was,

But we weren’t,
I was dreaming,
And in the dream,
He was standing there,
Staring at me,
With love in his eyes,
Whispering for me to kiss him quick,
Before I woke up,
And he disappeared…

I reached out,
Felt his face,
The stubble on his chin,
Pricking my fingers,
Then my lips…

And I said,
“But aren’t you just a dream?”
And he answered me with another kiss,
And said;
“How can you believe I am not real?”

I felt the cool mist settle on my arms,
Wetting my hair with the night dew,
Felt my lips tingling where he kissed them,
Felt my heart beating so fast,

And I said;
“Because when I wake up,
You aren’t there…
And my heart is so empty,
My eyes so cold,
My mind so numb…”

Then he took my hand,
And placed it on his heart,
And I felt it beating beneath my fingers,
Felt his warmth beneath his shirt,
And I knew;

Our love was real.