was it a dream
I made up in my head
was it all that it seemed
or made-up things that I read
did I dream you dreamed of me
lost together in twilight
or did my dreams of make believe
come for me again, last night
I vaguely remember you holding my hands
and ever so softly touched my face
we carefully laid out our wildest plans
to one day, together, escape
but this morning when I awakened
the truth, plain to see
my faith in dreams, shaken
you weren’t next to me
I made my way to sixth and main
where you run your coffee shop
caught the early morning train
before I got the nerve to stop
I stood in line and waited
watched your smile brighten the room
but your smile hesitated
while I was lost in your perfume
"can I help you," you politely asked
your voice, sweet as cherry pie
I caught my breath and nearly gasped
like I was any other guy
when did I become a ghost
how did I miss the signs
the words got tangled in my throat
as I stood, waiting in line
you looked like a vision
in your polka dot blouse
I begged god for permission
and the nerve to ask you out
yeah, that’s the way it starts out
in this reoccurring dream
the waters still uncharted
the ones of you and me
paper hearts with passions burning
souls on fire, leaving their mark
in all the world, forever searching
the perfect match to fit my heart
I find myself hanging on the edge of my bed
the edge of the world
awaiting the dreams in my head
for the us to return
when I fall fast asleep
and I look for you there
snuggled up warm in the sheets
I fluff my pillow to prepare
and night after night
for a few hours at least
I get to hold you tight
and my world is complete
I would surrender my days
to stay lost in this dream
if only we could stay
I trade the sun for moonbeams
but the sun always rises
pushing the moon, out of sight
despite the devices
I use from disturbing the night
my curtains are blacked out
my sheets, made of satin
and if there's any doubt
I take a quick dose of Ambien
to stay in this world
where you and I are the stars
where dreams are preserved
and true love can be ours
I put my phone on vibrate
and the TV volume down low
I minimize how I hydrate
limiting how much I will go
the trips to the bathroom
threaten my sleep
going to the restroom
could disrupt my dream
so, I've set up a system
a little trick that I use
when that urge is persistent
to keep the pressure reduced
I sleep with my legs up
pillows packed like a tower
so, the need doesn't disrupt
our few, fleeting hours
another night, I just lay here
convincing myself
you're my bedtime souvenir
I can't settle for less
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
Gosh he drinks less water to reduce trips to the bathroom during the night so that he could dream longer about her? Whoaaaa
This poem is perfection itself, Kelli! It’s like a fairy tale in dream form. Since we sleep away a third of our lives seems like a good idea to enjoy it. Course it’s always better if we can solve the happiness equation in our waking life.
That was wonderful. Great job!
You do have some kind of dreams, and I thought even some of this lyric poem could be song or two.
What a dream you have Love your thinking and love your imaginations