My Dream...

I awoke, but was I really awake?

This dream’s real

I held it in my hand,

I touched it.

I felt it.

My dream.

I walked with it, growing accustomed to it being there

Is there a chance for me to be happy?

How could I be so fortunate?

My dream.

Each morning I’d awake expecting it to be over

Each morning

I’d find my dream still alive,existence sweeter and sweeter.

My mind fearing acceptanceknowing that it would soon disappear.

My dream.

Then I find myself waking up -- expecting my dream

Accepting my dream as reality

I can know happiness --

I can know joy

My dream.

This spark of love has ignited my

life into a new and wonderful world

where things I could only imagine before

are now part of the reality that I live every day

as I lie in bed, smiling in the night

My dream.

waking up in the darkness

alone again

once again I realize -- it’s all just...

My dream.