I hate my dreams . . .

I once dreamt of rain
Rain that fell,
but didn't touch my shoulders
And it rained during night time
Night time that shone
Darker than dark

And in that dream I was waving
And each time I waved
They knew it was me who's waving
But they never waved back
Never

And the moon, and the stars
They hung like pupils in the sky
And I watched them
As they watched me
But never did I laugh
When they laughed at me

And I was fearful
Because I hid in the shadows
Of closed eyelids
Until slowly, my eyes began to part
Only to realize that in waking up
The darkness was still there

. . .  and I hate that even more

No such poetry
No specific set of words
Could bring them all back

Come, and kiss me
Let my heart scream
And its scream, you must hear

For once, I have dreamt
Of this fantasy, you and me
suspended in our own atmosphere

For not so long ago
when time was hollow
when we were distant then

I've waited, frozen
in icy fire, for you to come,
for the fire to end

But since you're now here,
come, and listen,
for this is my desire

Unbutton my shirt,
take it off,
then toss it to the fire

Now, this is crucial
for all I know,
pain, it will not assuage

Rip my chest off
Reach inside
And dismantle my rib cage

Now, see my heart,
see how it beats
for a love so true

But look again
and see how it bleeds
whenever I'd lose you