Only A Dream

Recalling the dream of him and I, is only a fantasy, floating in the sky. He held me tightly, keeping me close, so we could sit together happily. He then looked at me with a smile, as he looked me in the eyes, with our lips parted by less than a mile. It was only a brief second, with our surroundings shut out, before the gap between us lessend. One, two, three, four, softly he kisses me saying, "You're everything I hoped for." I wish it was a memory, yet it will only be a piece of imagery, with the indiscernable mystery.