At the stroke of midnight comes a stroke of luck
When you come in my dream and I stroke hair
Like lover I am in garden for every flower to pluck
Light makes my eyes to close like sudden glare

Your soft and tender hand is in a state of rustle
When I look down in to your eyes you just smile
Like sweet romantic artful companion as angel
I forget every thing about life pain just for a while

My sweetheart is more intelligent than she seems
Hence I am bound to take every order from her
It is quiet sure that she is princess of my dreams
On misty path to travel with her with my vision blur

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

I think I am more than what the average person may be able to handle
I am loud and I am content, bright and forever moving even when time may stand still
And I am soft and I am kind, quiet and sitting lonely with thoughts considered exceptional
I am the heavy wind that tickles your nose and makes you run after your favourite beanie
And I am the soft droplets of rain that wets your hair and calms your soul, slowly
I am the bright lights that flash against your thoughts in a crowd filled with noise
And I am the ancient pearls your gran gifted that leaves your heart filled with poise
I am the cold coffee with extra sugar that you always make but never drink
And I am the gulps of laughter you swallow hot as you kiss her on the kitchen sink
I am the crumpled pieces of paper filled with incomplete sentences, thrown across your room
And I am the blue droplets of paint in your framed painting of tulips in bloom
I am the extra change in coins that you never use, the ones you throw across your car
And I am the notes found in your favourite song, the one that lets you feel as if your body is a star
I am the blood stained kitchen floor that makes you scream as you remember the night’s events
And I am the crisp smell of lilies that you lay on your white sheets to give off your favourite scents.
I am the emergency room at midnight, when a 15 year old boy is brought in with a face not considered his own
And I am the wedding chapel at 2pm, filled with blushing hope and displays of affection allowed to be shown
I am the end of the galaxy where chaos mixes with beauty and only destruction can be created
And I am the beginning of the universe filled elements and light in which life is celebrated
**I am so, so much. Perhaps too much, perhaps everything
But I shall continue to be nothing
Until I can feel something.

I cannot help anticipating the day I
wake
beside you.
To hear your voice in reality
and not the speaker of my phone
would be
to wake to a dream,
instead of from one.
I've dreamt of you twice since Tuesday.
Days have blurred together,
as have the years we've known each other.
Almost like the way you edit your pictures;
these are soft,
beautiful,
emotional moments,
and I only wish I capture more.

Sometimes I dream at night
I think
Of things I cannot see
Of things I cannot feel
When my voice has left me
And all I can do is
Watch
Observe the horrors
Reach
But my arms won't move
Cry
But no sound can be heard
And the tears don't form
Not till I wake up
Drenched
But for what reason?
Shaking
But what fear is there?
As I roam the halls
It plays through my head
Like a distant
Memory
That isn't real
And the lines become blurred
Between my reality and
Dreams

I zone out
Staring at the light
Everything becomes
A big bright blur
When suddenly
I wake up
And wonder
*What just happened?

On nights like tonight
I take my knife
And whittle
Just a little
And you can make sure
It all just becomes a blur
But I am so numb
I let the blood come
I know I'll survive
I just need to know I'm alive

Darkness ends into the light
The day burned into the night
And the night burned into the day
Everything slowly melts away