Dreaming of You
I am blinded and burned by the beauty of the sun
Although I am alone, I know I'm not the only one
Lying awake in the glow of the dawn
Amidst brilliant gray grass on a silent lawn
Clutching at tendrils of happiness as they hover before me
Terrified to admit that the happiness bores me
Shimmering mirages of unrealizable truth
Taunt me with their proximity, callous and uncouth
And fall to the ground, while twitching in my room
I wonder why they cause flowers to bloom
Analysis wars with an ignorant soul
Nightmares of reality take their toll
Your face in the sun, burned into my eyes
Smiles self-effacingly, childish and wise
Before fading uncaringly into the green
As my laughing subconscious changes the scene...
November 15, 1998