It's all a dream . . .

Holding on to a memory of what used to mater to me,

The night gown you wore while we walked on the shore,

The touch of your hand and with our feet in the sand,

If only we could go back to that place and resorrect the smile on my face,

But it's all a dream cracking at the seam,

What used to matter now makes me mad as a hatter. 

We used to talk for hours and I used to bring you flowers,

I'd lay with you in front of the fire and our pulse sped higher and higher,

The feel of skin on skin now never to happen again,

but it's all a dream cracking at the seam,

What used to make my heart race now has lost all it's grace.

She fills my hours with beauty and we walk out by the sea,

She makes me smile and every night we talk for a while,

I fill her life with love and devotion as deep as any ocean,

I think of what she is to me and how happy we will be,

I disreguard our dream so another can beam,

I think of her face and it gives me back my grace.