A waking dream to reflect your memory,
All that I see of my reality,
Your name to another face,
My heart to another place.

In hopes and fantasy I make a home,
To reside in a space I’ve rarely known,
Of love and warmth,
Where smiles roam.

For you I write,
Words from a knife,
Left gently so,
Your somber touch,
I’d always know.

Words from a well,
Left to compel,
What’s left unsaid,
From a dreamer’s head.

And so I sit,
To reminisce,
Forever trapped,
As my penance.

For loving you,
My gentle muse,
Grasping names,
Which fade from view.

They twist and turn,
And laugh away,
These shadows here,
Of yesterday.

To blind me then,
Of simple truths,
I’m chasing names,
I hardly knew.

It seems that time,
Has left a stain,
A passing want,
For yesterday.