The only true intimacy I experience is in my dreams
Urgent caresses with the perfect person
Disappointed I wake to the stillness of an empty room
Muttering life is sometimes better in dreams
The sleep of reason reason enough to sleep
To wake rested and restored for what I am ready for
Nothing new presents itself
Love remains hidden in the long shadows cast by a sinking sun
At night phantom lovers creep forth benign and unknowable
But in the softness of sleep their intent is clear
They are here for me they have come unbidden
That we may pass the hours of solitude in one another’s arms
Until they abandon me and I awaken restored and sorrowful
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restored and sorrowful… very nice
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Thank you.
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Better to have dreamed, and awakened, than never to have dreamed at all.
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Yes I sometimes am in that same place with myself. But I guess I am still glad to awake each and everyday and have new experiences of life. Some things are just not meant to be and we must come to that realization for our own sanity…so on we go into the unknown but we can still dream and be glad for that…
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another form of virtual reality
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True. The original virtual reality. And just as seductive.
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