Dream

He is a dream...

His sweet whispers drowning my ear in bursts of warm air are just the wind

His strong, intense frame engulfing me in security is just a shadow

But my love is not an illusion

No matter if I can only reach him in the recesses of my childlike mind

He is the truth I am searching for

In a cruel reality of uncertain loneliness

My dream is a reminder that all good things come to those who dare embrace their silly dreams

And chase after them like a pretty, yellow kite in the clear, blue sky

I can only hope that reality will not taint my precious dream

For he is a perfect creation filled with my happiness and pain