You are a dream.
Reality woven so delicately,
bound carefully,
perfectly…
The stars envy your shine,
the flowers wish,
they could smell so sweet.
Only a dream,
dreamt of,
but never realized for the truth.
Never thought of more..
A thought,
a wish..
Immaterial fantasies…
Yet there you sit,
glowing in the afternoon sun..
Angelic,
beautiful and pure.
There you stand beside me..
Holding me close to your heart.
Memories,
no longer dreams,
yet a taste of the truest reality.
I long to dream again,
to reach out for your hand…
To feel it intertwine,
so perfectly into mine.
To sleep,
to dream,
to hold you once more…
My dream.
My wish.
My all.
You are….
Moonlit Poetry 