This Dream

I awake in a sweat and a daze
Slowly realizing you were just a dream
Beyond your touch
Despite your gaze
Your risen image develops then slowly fades
Back into the shadows and mist
This convergence with time plots certain demise
It cautions to proceed with patience and pride
And hasten those memories
What seemed true a moment ago
Burned off in the instant it was created
Leaving rumours of ashes in its wake
Desperate for life and whimsical growth
Maybe a final prelude to fullfill a long forgotten oath
In the immediate haze
There's a struggle to keep contact with your face before me
Assuming that you're here for a reason
There's comfort in knowing your essence remains
No aging in your absence
No matter these perilous times


There's occasional dreams in my minds dizzying mess of the seemingly perfect women. It may be an actual face from my past or a stranger created in those dream moments. The person appears to be so close and beautiful. Possessing grace and humility. And then in an frustrating instant, I awake and they are gone. Yet the feelings and emotions experienced in the dream remain for awhile in my waking conciousness, slowly fading away. I try to hold on. Hope to find that person even if it's only in a quick return to the dream world. But you can't just conjure up dreams on demand and keep them alive until a end point is reached. Eventually I have to resign to the fact that they likely are not coming back.