Dream

They’ve all slipped away from me, from the grasp of my hand on theirs And though it hurts, I look beyond what they give me – cold stares I’ve been struck, as if, by leprosy and now I’m in need of a quarantine There is to be no communication, for now I’ve been labeled unclean Now my only form of contact comes at night in my own bed Eyes shut, sleep overtakes me and I’m no longer in control of my head Images flash through my mind, it’s so exciting To see my very own loved ones come towards me, so inviting I smile, I kiss and hug them tight, I hold onto and won’t let go Because dreams, although perfect, will end, I always know When I awaken, I am saddened; to my dreams, I’m eager to return My perfect dream can be reality, if only from my mistakes, I’d learn