the dream

i wander through narrow hallways,
passing each with a heavy sigh.
i take a breath and look away,
wondering in which he lies.

i look at a clock,
no numbers or phrases,
i look around,
no people no faces.

i look up and down, left and right,
but yet again there is no sight,
of you,
and your eyes an amazing crystal blue,

for my love,
you are sweet like a dove,
a prince who is trapped,
in his own mind,
for which has never been mapped,
but yet the prince so kind,
would give his own life,
just to save another man's wife