I saw a dream with me and her,
It was all very much ideal.
Surreal it seemed to be unreal,
Innocent future planning.
And then I was woken up,
Woken up rudely I was,
And it was just another broken dream.

A dream made of crystalline thoughts,
Broken dream's pieces,
So sharp and threatening.
I held it so tight with fear,
So far now as if it was not real.
It was all so much explicit,
I had shared a dream with her.