The sun shone on my face keeping me warm.

I fall asleep wrapped in blankets,
Wishing I was in your arms.
But I can't seem to find you,
My eyes have been glued shut.
Singing sweetly to me,
Telling me your home.
But hearing it makes me burn and fly,
Makes me want to die.

So whisper my name softly,
I'll be whispering yours too.
Someday soon I'll have you,
Someday soon you'll see.

The word it terrorfies me,
I part my lips to say.
Just one more time I promise,
This time I'll make you stay.
So please, please don't give up on me,
This time,
Was the last time.

So whisper my name softly,
I'll be whispering yours too.
Someday soon I'll have you,
Maybe then you'll see.
Just how much I love you,
I know it's a horribble cliche.
But this time i know i mean it,
Now can you just say.

Because this time,
Will not be the last time.
Please hold me in your arms tonight,
lie, even if you can.
This time I'll be sorry,
This time I can leave.
Cause I don't want to lose you,
I don't want to stay.

So whisper my name softly,
I'll be whispering yours too.
Someday soon I'll have you,
Maybe then youll see.

It felt real

                         when

I touched your chest

It felt so real

                        when

I sat next to you in that restuarant and felt your body heat radiat off you and warm me

but

I woke up with

                            tears

in my eyes.

Because

You're not here.







But you're leaving.


For what may be a long time.



But that dream felt so real.



And



I hope that I get to


                                  Possibly,


feel you in my dreams again.

when your days
are numbered
you keep to a standard
you like everything you
did not
and you get back what you
hadn't
imagination fathom
time ticks crucial
it does not let you
you down
it focuses until
you rowd
you  give up
you  had a bout

but when your days
are prelimenary
you carelessly
tick
list
intentions
to a miss
unknowing
is your forte
to unrest
everything seems
less
not enough
time slowly slips
to dictation
it strips
and you grip
going back
is a dip
you are not ready
to nip.

I look for Leo, his tawny dress,
His noble pride.  I see him ever,
In silent days his warmth his stride.  
Our friendship moved, grew a lease
With eyes sleepy, tempered, so wise,
Always serene.  How his waif voice
Would purrmurr, did chide and lift
Me from my human daze, my king
This spring is full of remembrances
And mornings that linger with mute
Vibrations and greetings.  How, now
I fear the carpets pressed unmoving
And times caress unsoothing.  I look
For you, with loving pause, and I cry.