Dreams

Holding    hands  with dreams, wakening  up with night mares

that bring me back to the tiny way of meeting you , 

when my eyes closed , I'm back , nether day or months , 

can bring me back to something so lost.  Listing the hours that come and go when I reach for your hand, I'm fine when we lay there watching he sun and moon hit the world we make, still holding on , 

 

Before the world Fall, I wake up more dead when I left, looking at my hands   Still trying to hold on to you, I feel them more alive then my own I kiss my dream with you when I sleep