We spoke the other night about a dream we each had
the
idealistic life we both never thought possible
because of all the pain we have
conquered
yet continue to struggle through;
tighly embraced in your arms
my head against your breast
nothing exists except my
idealistic life ;
a life
enveloped in
your love and
compassion
my
dreams are alive
when i am with you
like this
my
optimism grows
when i look at the clock
and realize that you're
still here with me
- tick, tock -
our peak
tolerance
having passed
- tick, tock -
we exchange
a look of
understanding
warmth and
compassion
a n d
i hope that your idealism
isn't shattered
when you awaken
to find
days and
people and
loss and
time
tick
tock
have
taken
their
toll