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?