Truthful Destination - Poetry

#13

I find myself in the strangest places,

A dream that seems to feel so real.

Your face is right in front of me,

and I don't want to wake up.

I know that if I open my eyes,

you'll be gone without a second goodbye.

My mind cannot fathom the perfect way,

the 9 year old section of my brain,

has conjured up this perfect image of you.

but its not perfect,

because if it was,

when I awake,

you would still be here for me to keep,

for me to hold,

and me to kiss,

for me to talk to,

and not for me to miss.

but it was still nice,

to see you,

after all this time,

even though it wasn't real,

it was real enough for me,

to feel your arms around me,

and the tears on my cheeks.

They were real alright,

and I hope one day I can return,

to this perfect dream world,

where all my wishes are real,

and the nightmares burn.