Dreaming Alone

Imagination that led to infatuation.

I spent another night

Just to be with you

I hug you tight

But still missing you

As I close my eyes

It's you that I see

Soon the sun will rise

Will my mind be free?

I wonder if you do

Also dream of me

Is it just the idea of you

That I feel in me?

Author's Note

Thank you for reading!

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I like this one a great deal. The idealism versus the reality of love? One is Cupid with his bow strung; shooting arrows of infatuated bliss with roses and frilly paper lace draped around a Valentine's Day card. The other is hard work, personal responsibility, accountability and sacrifice. Show me one person who wants to "fall in" the latter and I'll show you a crazy person. But love is a madness most discreet, to quote Romeo. He meant that there is method to the madness, a means to an end. Dreams are fine but reality is often a disappointment when our expectations are unrealistic. I've been in love, in lust, infatuated and obligated. But I've found my greatest happiness in surrender of myself to my duty and responsibility. It sounds insane but it is true. That's what makes my marriage work, I know; being willing to do all I can to maintain the happiness of another as I promised in my vow. It really is better to give than to receive because that is how we learn to love. Bless, F.

[The High Priestess]

I agree to all of that. One good thing about love is that it can be learned. Thank you for your insight.

[Franky]

Excellent. I've been there in that situation. It's not easy.

[Coyote Poetry]

Love is a twisted emotion. We believe in love and love will break our hearts. Thank you dear poet for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[willweb]

I know this feeling very well. To dream of that one special person, wishing they were in your arms. Really nicely expressed feeling and emotions.

[The High Priestess]

Thank you, Will.