Dreams

Just something I've been scribbling in my writing tablet for a few days. Will probably work on it more on some later date.

Only in dreams do wishes come to light,

Fleeing with the day, in grasp just at night.

Gone in an instant, a memory to your heart.

False to the eyes and a lie from the start.

The touch of a love lingers on the flesh,

Warmth on the lips still pressing, still fresh.

Yet in your bed, no lover lay sleeping,

Just wet pillows from a long night of weeping.

The image of their face still hovers in sight,

But only in dreams do wishes come to light.