The True Dream

streetlamps paint a reddish glow
in the window of the room i stay
one-half a bed, one-half a soul
on purple sheets, on pillows gray.
my mind detaches, as it often does
in the predawn light as i try to fall asleep
restless, searching for the one i love
reaching for the one not here.

my mind will creep into the house in which you sleep,
my heart will slide against the blankets you lay under
my soul will come to rest against the hollow of your chest
and that is where i truly slumber.

and i'll be sleeping as you wake, for sure
as you collect the pieces of your consciousness,
as you gather what you need to go to work.
i will stay with you as long as nature lets me,
until the fickle lord of time awakes me.
i'll try to leave what love i'm able to
before your love returned pours back to me,
filling the bucket of my self-imposed insanity.

my mind will swirl in the pattern of the thoughts you think
my heart will beat with the rhythm of your bloodstream
my soul will then attach to the wings against your back
and that is what i'm truly dreaming.