This one came to me as I was drinking a cappucino and watching the snow fall - one of the first times I actually decided to go ahead and write it down instead of just carrying it around in my head for a while. Enjoy (and be kind
)!
In dreams
She is always near,
Always within reach
To pull me out of my troubles
And into the wondrous light of her beauty.
In dreams
Hers is a beauty so breathless
It robs me of mine;
A beauty so complete
I am made whole in it's presence.
In truth
She is often too far
From the reach of my hands,
Though in the intimacy of my heart
Her light still urges me on.
In truth
Her beauty matches a dream,
And the electricity passed
In the mere brushing of hands
Fills what was once empty in me.
In dreams
The beauties unveiled
Reveal themselves to simply be
The truths of the heart.
In dreams
She is always near,
Always within reach
To pull me out of my troubles
And into the wondrous light of her beauty.
In dreams
Hers is a beauty so breathless
It robs me of mine;
A beauty so complete
I am made whole in it's presence.
In truth
She is often too far
From the reach of my hands,
Though in the intimacy of my heart
Her light still urges me on.
In truth
Her beauty matches a dream,
And the electricity passed
In the mere brushing of hands
Fills what was once empty in me.
In dreams
The beauties unveiled
Reveal themselves to simply be
The truths of the heart.
