Dream

Dream . . .


Your hand in mine,

in this world of sunshine.

Where lonilness is not found.

Yet not a single sound.

Is it a dream?

Or is it what it seems?

So happy and proud.

And our actions so loud.

Is it true?

In this world of me and you.

We walk to where we belong.

And we find nothing is wrong.

To a home we find.

Too perfect and nothing confined.

As we stood there wondering.

You grabbed my hand and in your eyes it was thundering.

You began to speak,

and by your sound, I became weak.

Your words flowed,

and time slowed.

Then you said, "I love you," in a daze.

And I just gazed.

I said nothing,

be founded by something.

In your eyes I read.

"Save me!" they said.

I backed away,

and fell astray.

I replied back, "you don't love me . . .

So please stop pretending to act with such glee."

You answered, "what do you mean? I love you . . . "

"It is not true . . . "

I walked to you and touched your cheek.

And I felt weak.

"No Ellis . . . It's I who's love-struck.

So goodbye and good luck.

This place is not real,

and you don't feel.

So let me wake,

for my own sake.

Again, goodbye,

and it's not a lie.

I love you .. . . "

I awoke to find a clue.

A necklace left by you.

And I laid there crying, "is it true!?"

I miss you so . . .

So I'll let time flow . . .

Until my fate is sealed,

and my heart is healed.

For you I'll wait,

and open the gate.

Fot the future's far ahead,

and as I've said.

"It's I who's love-struck.

So goodbye and good luck . . . . "