Only in dreams, a proof appears again;
A distant past, still embers. Whispers the name.
And more, rekindles flames, it melts my head.
A feeling, though fleeting. Fervor or bane?
The dread of knowing, you are only dreams.
Awake, I pine to fall again to dark.
A reverie to pull from my frayed seams,
And catch ablaze this lonely, long lost spark.
So now I ask, why you appear this time?
I try to find a meaning, logic’s curse.
Will answers be in me or you to find?
I’ll wait for which will speak unto me first.
I take your touch, your voice, with me to dawn,
Pretending they were true, although you’ve gone.
And patience will revive the warmth you bring,
That burns my soul to black, and makes it sing.
