In My Dream We Wait For You.

Nothing worse can happen, than for someone to awake
from a reverie so lucid, or a vivid dream scape.
I say this so assuredly, for my world has burned
in the flames of ambiguity, for my love was spurned.
I fear to close my eyes, in case I drift away,
from fear of dreaming again, sleepless I must stay,
all I ever wanted, all I ever yearned
was to be a peaceful dreamer, love you sans return.
With that hope I fell to sleep, for days, for weeks, for years,
I saw our children playing, with smiles and far from tears,
I saw how we grew old, under the shade of the maple trees,
I saw how we disappeared, like ashes in the summer breeze.
But, before anything could begin, I saw how it would end
how a dreamer can only dream, and this life would never tend.
Do not wake a dreamer, I plead you for Gods sake,
for you may break his spirits, but it is his dreams you take.
One day you shall turn, look back and reminisce,
ponder something wayward, something gone amiss,
but all that you may lose, and all that you may gain
a restless night or two, an afternoon in pain.
But me, I lost my dreams, and though this life so true
I play with our good children, in my dream we wait for you.

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