Wishful Dreams

I drift among a sea of Emotion I can grasp sadness, caress fear I can see hate, Despair, I can hear. But my eyes finally rest upon it A globe of flashing pink and red Love, pure and warm, full of life, not dead. My hand brushes its soft surface Joy floods into view Passion flutters askew I feel calm, full of peaceful bliss O' how I wish this! O' how I wish this to be! But alas. It was not to be. The globe fades, to a dull lifeless grey My hands fall gently away I sink, down into the deep I drown, in my fitful sleep My alarm clock rips my eyelids open from the seams And I awake once more from my wishful dreams.