State of Dreaming

Maybe all my hopes and dreams,

Were lies; Sung to me as a lullaby.

Soothing, as they do a babies cry.

Maybe, it’s why I cry now.

I’m no longer in a dream that feeds me tall tales and fables.

Holding onto hands that pull me in,

Pressing my bare back against his skin.

No, I am no longer nestled underneath his chin,

This is where my tears begin.

The vail between my 2 worlds, has grown quite thin.

What are the truth’s and where are the lies?

I’ve heard and believed for too long a time.

Is all I dream of, a misshapen reality?

After all, it is only love I am in search of,

A hope so strong it transfigures, into what is and what was.

Into something more than a feeling, but a state of being.

It’s all I’m asking for, really.

A dreamlike state in the midst of reality,

Is that not what it is? To be in love?

Wide awake and dreaming,

Hoping and feeling so freely, that the harshness of reality,

Seems minuscule and fleeting.

Music to my ears,

The lies I tell myself cloak my fears and turn them into delusions,

I’m dreaming again,

Nothing here is based on logic, only feeling.