Slumber caught him unaware and he drifted towards sleep with a pen in his hand and her image burning in his heart and he found himself half past a dream and a quarter shy of three hours past midnight and he couldn't  stop his heart from falling for the soft light magenta sunset colors streaking through her hair and the iridescent crystal blue of her eyes had the promise of magic and the curves of her lips had a hint of danger hidden in their innocent wonder but even in the poem of a dream he couldn't find the strength to speak or to move in for a kiss and he wanted to tell her how lovely and graceful she danced without moving at all and how the song she sang in silence was the only song he wanted to hear and he wished he could just reach out his hand to hold hers and that if he could just manage that he would never let go and he could just walk through the rest of this dream for the rest of his life and the most beautiful thing would be to watch their two hands growing old while  watching all their little dreams of little moments of small things blossom between the sunset of eternity and the moons of forever and the immortal pulse and flow of love and if just for a moment he could do that and nothing more and just hold her hand in a dream his heart would have found the home it had always been meant to find and then his life would meet his death at the end of the dream of  perfection and the smile of her heart painted in the colors of her eyes