I dreamt of broken glass
A paper thin cut
And a bleeding heart
It pains to endure
An imaginary wound
I stay sound asleep
But the torment is real

I sense a kiss
On my cheek
Am I dreaming
Or is this really happening
I cannot tell
The difference
Whether
My eyes are kept shut
Or I am here to wake up

I squeeze my soul
Then, I am sure
I am dreaming
Reality
And I am realizing
This exquisite dream

Everything is quiet
My heart is playing
Music

For once
I am synchronized
A rarity I highly prize
Your soft kiss
On my cheek
Suddenly a potential
Of gluing back
This broken piece.