My Dream

I breathe in the wild wild winds;
And hold the crashing waves within;
I pick the hues of the open skies;
I gather the scattered silver stars-
And weave them all into a dream.

A dream filled wih your fragrance;
A dream packed with your colors;
A dream bursting with your feel;
A dreamflowing with your bliss;

A dream that sleeps with desire;
A dream that wakes in hope;
A dream that blossoms in sweet slumber;
And dies in the bitterness of lonely nothingness.

-Monica