I don't want to dream about you,
but when I drift away in sleep,
there are promises of the thoughts I keep,
left over images from my brain;
a reality becoming insane.
when I walk with nightmares
of memory eyed stares,
I'm awake with the thought of you.

or a dream is a message from my heart,
part of the remaining pieces falling away,
echoing for me to let go of them day by day.
just let it play out , time takes time,
accept the pain but don't let it define.
collect yourself, be composure keeping.
Love is too alive to be sleeping,
too rare to be a logical art.