Eyes closed to dream.

To dream about you.

Not a dream of a yesterday you,

or a you of today,

but the you of tomorrow.

But, no dreams came.

My eyes open and you are there.

There, standing in front of me.

There, standing face-to-face.

I feel the cool air of your breath on my lips.

You kiss me and my eyes close.

My eyes close, and I still see you.

You say something, I hear you, but am too afraid.

Afraid you won’t be there.

I close my eyes even tighter, trying to hold on.

Hold-on to a dream.


I open my eyes and you are there, still.

Still standing in front of me, still face-to-face. Still

The cool air from your breathing brushing my lips.

Your lips touch mine, and you tell me things.

Each word you speak, vibrating from your lips to mine.

Pulling you closer, closing my eyes,

I now feel you talk. You talk and I feel you.

I am,

moved.


But you have moved me before.

Each time, with your words.

I have listened to you before.
Each time, 
clinging to every word.

Stripping each down to its letter,

each time, trying to find meaning,

any kind of meaning. Each time,

to only find
they
were 

worthless.


You kiss me again.

My eyes open, so I can see.

Your eyes are open too.

And we kiss. And as we kiss,

with our eyes wide open,

I realise then,

as you realised some time ago,


I am on a Fool’s Errand.