My lover is a nightmare

From which I wish to never wake.
Oh but if only I could change
The landscapes of our dreams.

To brighter days I plot escapes,
But always it seems,
His darkness is our fate.

I imagine us free
And happy whilst he
Plunges into grief.

It is as if his mind
Is a bully
A taunting thief,

Always ready
to remind me
Of the shadows that we keep

Yet if you were
To tell me we are asleep
I would clench shut my eyes
And refuse to rise.

For it may be dark,
It may be frightening
But at least we are not apart.