Crush

I crush on a boy who dances in my dreams, takes my hand, leads the way, images are all I see. I crush on a boy who never speaks, he whispers lullabies in my sleep. He has no face, shadows are all you see He chills my body as windy mornings in winter, Caresses me softly as wind does its trees. In my dreams he is open like a river, continuous He soothes my crying eyes, as milk does babies I wake from my dreams only to see an empty end where once my crush dreamed.