Tired of waking up to pain,
Weary of thinking whether I’m sane.
Tired of sleeping too hard,
With my head in the clouds.
Dreaming of warming faces, beautiful sounds.
Only to wake up with sweat on my brow.
Dreaming of hidden treasure being found,
Dreaming of the earth’s final renown.
I dreamt of two faces,
Who held beauty in their hands,
Making magic dust rise with their golden strands,
Spreading it everywhere as they started to dance.
I remember their names,
Olivia and April.
Waiting for the one day,
When they're seen from a windowsill.
I know they are out there,
They must surely exist.
There is no possibility,
My mind made their face with mere wind.
They were both perfect,
Flawlessly flawed.
They knew I was hurting,
Never failed to call.
They made life easy,
Transformed my heart.
It melted into pieces,
Just fell and broke apart.
When I met her for the first time,
Smiling back at her in life’s line,
She smiled back and knew my true thoughts.
Don’t know how, but I knew we could bond.
I don’t recall her face,
Although it was pure magic.
Gold-toned skin wrapped in fate,
Smooth red lips that always lasted.
Her sun-kissed hair glistened in the day,
She’d sweep me up in it and I would just faint.
Never curled or fixed to look its best,
I loved it fully along with her blue dress.
She’s out there somewhere,
I just have to start searching.
I’ll look too long, I don’t care,
If it means I’ll start learning.
I can see her in their eyes,
I know it was too long.
But I still don’t regret it,
Even if I am wrong.
She reveals her eyes,
Through strangers I see.
Don’t want to miss her walking by,
Like in my sweet sounding dream.
A poem about a dream I had that seemed so real to me. I felt compelled to write a poem about it...
