That flash within a dream,
When everything had been,
Muted, dull, blurred,
Around the edges,
That moment when I’m alive,
And my feelings seem to thrive,
There, in the moment,
Too real, too close,
There’s a chill hung in the air,
As I stand in the place where,
It’s bright, vivid,
Barely a dream,
The heat of a hand in mine,
The laborious ticking of time,
It drags on, real,
As if I’m there,
A single touch, I can’t breathe,
Feel the dream about to leave,
Not now, too soon,
I pushed too far,
A quick embrace then pulled apart,
Leaving me staring at the dark,
Feel the sheets, cold,
Alone again,