Dream Lover

Dream lover,

where you exist

is where I am only partially.

Dipping a toe in the water

when you wish to drown,

smiling until it hurts

when you yearn to frown

Write me a letter,

put it in a bottle

and send it out to sea.

If it washes on my shore,

then I'll know it's meant to be.

A fruitful imagination,

my greatest blessing.

If only I could live there,

swimming through thoughts

in the lake of my illusion for eternity.

You might be surprised

at what you find,

pay me a visit

if you wouldn't mind.

Once our lips have met

and danced,

and loved,

and sang

all before sunrise.

My love, you are my favourite surprise.

Alas my eyes are opened to this rude arise

as I wake, water escapes;

suddenly a river forms on my face.

The iridescent reflection glimmers

solely in my direction

and I am reminded that we are divinely guided.

The bottle is broken,

the words have soaken in

your letter absorbed in the river

blended but never hindered,

now tangled within.

The answers lie inward

the truth never escapes me,

I now know that we're meant to be.

Dream lover,

you now exist in my reality

tethered to a golden rope subconsciously.

Tomorrow,

I'll send mine to sea.