Beyond a Dream

By the end of the day all else had failed, but the pains of tomorrow were felt and had sailed, to another island where hearts would weld, connecting on a level of disbelief, only holding by a thread of relief, but the truth had been behind her teeth. However unintentional it was, there was an intention to cause.  A cause seen by the blind, and only heard by the deaf. To look in depth would only scrape the surface, of which was better than none.  He soon figured to look on further, past the grass, roses, and trees. Dropping to his knees, looking up the stars, he spoke with fantastic charm, as he meant no harm.          

Eyes opened as he heard the alarm, tingling in his fingers for she was lying on his arm.  Slipping it out from under her head, his dream had gone beyond what he could write with lead.