Dreamlover

by Amanda
(Louisville, KY)

Have you ever had a dream so strange you felt like it was literally another world? A spiritual world of some sort? A second life you could only live once you went to sleep in this world? I had a dream like that once a few years back, and I thought, "That would make a really cool poem!" So unlike other poems, this one is a little different. Hope you like it. Comments are appreciated. I would just like to know if you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it...lol.

I feel love for you...
yet there is no love.
I sense such knowledge of your existence...
but how can I,
if you are never really here?

You love me like no other;
Giving me back a sense of youth.
You are there for me at the end of the day...
but only then.

Who are you, stranger?
I have no memory of your face.
And I have yet to recall your name.
You are there only when I sleep.
Only then,
when I am at peace.
You are my dreamlover.

We meet at night...every night;
And when my eyes are wide shut,
my soul awakens in your world.
This is a happy place;
Where everyone lives a separate life...
the life they wish they could really have.
And you?
You are my escape.
So every night when I fall asleep,
I am soon awakened by the morning sun;
In your world.
In your arms.
You are my dreamlover.

And you are kept secret from those in my waking world.
Only our world knows us as us.
Oh, dreamlover!
You take me to a place beyond dreams.
To an ocean filled only with suds;
And to a sun that you can touch and taste...
that is as warm and soft as a pie's lemony center!

Please tell me...
who are you, dreamlover?
Could you truly exist in the world that I do?
Am I your escape as you so are mine?
I can literally feel your breath upon my neck
as you press a kiss!
And it's sad to say,
but I feel no guilt when we are together.
For you are a dream,
so I have done no wrong.

But I must now go back to the one whom has held me all night long;
And as I return to my waking world,
I have to wonder...
Who are you, dreamlover?
I have no memory of your face.
And I have yet to recall your name.
You are there only when I sleep.
Only then,
when I am at peace.

Oh dreamlover,
I have a real lover!
And although our love may not be real,
I cannot help but wonder...
Could you truly exist in the world that I do?
I feel love for you...
yet there is no love.
I sense such knowledge of your existence...
but how can I,
if you are never really here?

Oh, dreamlover!
Are you only as I have claimed you to be?
Because once I have awakened,
you are nothing more
than a stranger!