Only in Dreams

This morning I woke up from the greatest dream

Where we had almost nothing standing in our way,

The grass and the summer trees blossomed with green leaves,

While I lay stationary; alone in reality, but in thought we'd run away.

I went over to your house, and we ran from the others,

Me in a suit, you in a wedding dress, like we were lovers.

My hand in yours, your hand in mine,

Walking through a graveyard, to the end of time.

It was the most magical a.m. of my life, though I wasn't living it

and I long for you and I someday, to be legit

and even though my eyes opened to morning lights,

maybe, just maybe, I'll sleep a little harder tonight.

For even being across towns and across state lines,

will never change the emptiness in being without

your hand,

in mine.

Until the end of time.