I was feeling scared
Alone, afraid of what the week would bring
So I retreated
Back to bed and dreamed a little dream
Thank you so, subconscious
You've made me so much better
This dream,
This wish
From tips of tongues before they have been uttered
Oh the hope it brings
And how it seems to wash away my fears
Distractions, old but not forgotten symbolized in recent dreams
Bittersweet, the one who left but it's okay I guess I'd say
I learned a lesson, wish it hadn't been with him but hey, whatever
Anyhow, it's him who comes to me to save me from my thoughts
It's in my dream he comes and says he'd like to go down to an island
In my dreams before, I guess, there is a path I'd often traveled
"Come with me" I say and grab his hand as we go to an island
****** Islands; two hundred and fifty plus miles from where I stand
But in the dream, ventured familiar, through a gate and through another
These sandy beaches, paradise, especially with present company
And so a kiss he plans to give and it is not a lucid dream
He wants to kiss me, not the other way around, this has importance
I know we'll continue this charade in dreams of mine;  unlikely
Waking comes before we reach the first gate, try to keep my eyes shut
Snap, back in bed in this small town, oh well, and truly that's okay
Because... because? That dream, it whispers things...
of things...
Things yet to be.

The color green with drops of dew spreading on eternally
The darker woods to meet the green over on the edge
A meadow, dandelions grow waiting to be wished upon
The insects crawl upon the earth not caring, knowing, needing
She meets him here (in thought) too often situations running wild
As in her mind he comes to her with only her upon his brain
No other girl; reality can't touch her in the meadow
His breath descends upon her close, her lips anticipate the same
This wish this kiss electrifies with new decisions made and kept
She sighs alone not knowing if his lips do taste of sweet or brine
He himself becomes translucent, wavers, bends, and slips to nothing
Only here where wishes come to be as real as flesh and bone
Have two lips met  so real to her and yet so obviously not
Perhaps someday, even today, who knows the answer, no one does
But for the moment she's alone to wish in fields of dandelions.

I read your diary
And I found out
I found out you hate me
So it makes me
Feel better hating you
Even if it's just
Just I found out
In a dream.