As my head rests on the pillow
my thoughts often turn to you,
hoping that as I drift from the reality
of what is,
to the magical world of fantasy,
you will be there.

In my dreams you and I
are one.
talking, feeling and existing
in perfect harmony.
The reality of life is that when we are together
I cannot say what I feel,
used to hope, and now
only dream on my pillow.

My dreams are not yours,
and what would be perfection,
for me,
would be a place you have no desire to be.

When you are in my dreams
I experience the many past moments
of love,
passion and tenderness
we shared.

As I awake those moments are torn from me
to flutter in the corner of my mind
only to be lived again when sleep.
once again,
offers an opiate to my grieving soul.

My love will not die.
Perhaps it is my lifeline
to cling to
when all else is dark.