My sleep

Written for the one who holds my heart.

In the past,
in my wakeful sleep,
I dreamt of you.

In those dreams,
the stars dreamt of my love for you.

A love that was carried upon an angel's wings,
an orchestra never of which was heard and never will again,
so fleeting is its magnificence.

Now,
in my stirring sleepy wake,
the residues of that love still upon me,
I recall a near distant consciousness amidst the mayhem of my wakefulness.

Tonight,
I oppose the stars so that a love can prevail.

Forever,
I realize, my love is with an angel.