The velvet dream envelopes us;
the one where we collide into a hazy mist of passion,
that is numbed only by the fact,
that this is only a dream.
You tell me this is heaven;
you whisper, “don’t let go”.
I hold you as my hero;
I promise to be strong.
We trace our fingers for the rings;
we kiss these, our eternal badges.
In our hearts all the while a prayer;
in our hearts we say, “PLEASE God, let this be real!”
Years of stark mornings we awake;
years of days, coldly reminding us,
these moments: our subconscious pretending,
these moments: ONLY DREAMS.
© 2011 Dana Renee’ Billingsley