a reverie so serene

last night i had a dream
a dream wondrously woven
about how i kept her warm
how i kept her calm

in this vivid dream
we were winsomely alone
yes, i kept her warm
n i hummed her a psalm

though i did all i can to keep this dream
still further away her presence it seemed
as the dream fades my heart dissassembled
the dimmer she was the more that i trembled

"come back, dream," i said.
"be absolute instead..."

a reverie so serene,...
so pleasent yet mean

hence i lay here stagnant,
wide awake, eyes closed...

if...

if i was a poem
you'd be the words
that shape me

if i was a song
you'd be the melody
that sings me

if i was a garden
you'd be the flowers
that embellish me

if i was the sun
you'd be the radience
that shines me

if i was a picture
you'd be the colours
that fill me

if i was anything else
you'd be the existance
that made me

yet i am only i
nothing more n nothing less...
and you are the dream
that haunts me...so sweetly