~my only fear~

I'm not afraid that I'll turn to my side and find

that this bliss was based on the illusions in my mind,

that life's meaning has for long been defined

with perceptions that reality has defied

we dreamers walk on soft ground,

we hear perfect melodies, never too soft or too loud

and life's inconveniences sometimes will rudely disrupt,

this perfect song,

but never for long

So I'm not afraid that my bubble will burst,

as many have,

we dreamers know, that new bubbles grow

It's not the mountains in the distance,

or the valleys below.

I'm afraid of the instant disintergration of everything I'm living for,

if ever I look within, and find that I can't dream anymore.

She Cries

So suddenly,
He turns and leaves,
He will never know
That ever so quietly,
She cries in her sleep

She cries for the now empty promise
And for the beautiful memories.
She cries for the magic that could have been
And for the bliss that now will never be.

She must let go,
And she tries.
But still everything within her cries.

The Saddest Thing.

There is seeing your smile,
And stifling mine,
Seeing your eyes,
And avoiding your gaze,
Your hand that I can't reach for,
right here beside me,
A million little things about you in my mind
Beautiful dreams that reality has denied.
Sad,
But even sadder still
Is loving you so infinitely,
And never telling you how I feel
Yes,
Loving you is the saddest thing.