My Dream
He Walks into the bar
With a smile on his face.
He walks up to me and whispers
"Come away with me, out of this place".
I look around
at the one's who've stopped to stare.
Their look of amazement,
Wondering "What's he doing here?"
I turn back to him and ask,
"Is this real?"
He kisses me softly, smiles,
Then replies, "How does it feel?"
Before I could answer,
The warmth of love that I thought was coming from him,
Was the sun shining down on me
As I was dreaming of him.
