Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Some Things

I fight to keep my eyes open
It’s one of those mornings I don’t like

You visited my dreams. Again.
And I miss you. Again.

And there’s nothing I can do about it
except to get up and concede
This is the battle I will never win at
Not today, not today.

But the dreams I’ve collected
Started to dance around
In that little pocket
of my heart
And they tell me
“Instead,  look at the stars
Some things can’t be reached
But they are beautiful where they are”

So I close my eyes one more time
In my dreams
You are mine