This can not be a dream.
You are more the a dream.
Your touch is too real,
to be only imagined.
Your heartbeat is in my ears.
The colour of your eyes,
too vivid.
The scent of you.
Of mountains,
of sunlight and new rain,
floats in the air around me.
Your skin under my fingertips feels alive.
Warm,
inviting.
Making my heart ache with the knowledge,
that it has been too long,
since we have been like this.
Locked in each other's gaze.
Spellbound,
With the awe of one an another.
Once before in life we were like this.
But that was so long ago,
and I have been waiting so long.
But now, you have found me again.
Somehow.
This can not be a dream.
For if I were to wake,
I would fall again,
back into the life I was living.
Without you.
A life filled with questions,
and endless searching,
for the love I can only seem to find,
in my dream of you.
