My dreams speak to me.

They call me out to a dark grey sea.

I stand on the shore.

The foam laps my feet and waves roar.

I raise my arms, flying.

Rushing out over the glassy surface, fears dying.

A twinkle in the distance, my heart leaps.

I know that it\'s you, beyond the deeps.

You cry as you stumble amongst the parts

of decaying souls and broken hearts.

From expression of shock to unadulterated joy

I watch your face and try to play coy.

The act doesn\'t last and my smile breaks through.

I stretch out my hands, so glad I found you.

Our fingers lock and we rise to the sky.

I open my eyes and begin to cry.

Would that I could find you not only in my dreams.

Pain grows, how real it seems

That you\'re merely a figment,

an imaginary joy for me to lament.

I see no happy ending to this life through which I creep.

Wake me if you find me, until then I sleep.