Dreams unearthed

Ghosts of beauty dance behind my eyes.

Whispered assurances of worth, slip between my ears.

I lay still while my minds eye follows my form

Laying underneath the warmth of loving arms

I remember the faintest kisses on my lips, the whisper of passion yet found

Waking I feel empty and confused

For should I dream of such beauty and wish for my dreams to come true

To love fully, plainly and honestly

When I know I can barely love in my waking life?