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
Virgin 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.