Waking moments to sleepless slumber,
hours upon hours in between,
you plague my mind with an inescapable essence,

dreamlike in its appearance, always out of reach.
Only in my wildest fantasies do we exist,

You and I as one, as We.
Oh, but should that fantasy come true.
Unfortunately, I could not accept it as fact, as life.

How could I doom you with such a burden, such a curse?
After everything I’ve put you through, you’d be gone and I wouldn’t be surprised.
Until I sleep again, you escape me but
not even the deep leagues of my subconscious could will us to be.
Truth is a hollow victory to attain;

many seek it and few find it.  And as for me,
everyday I wish I could deny it.