The world we create in our dreams is often one where we pursue different avenues and attitudes that make us happier. When we wake up, though, our lives stay the same. Whether we strive to change depends on us.
She dreams of silhouettes of you and her
Walking under streetlights
Even when the clouds cover the light from the real moon.
The clouds don't disappear in her dream,
She just doesn't see them.
In this alternate reality,
Where clouds are overlooked,
Where figures dance and float
With city lights acting as their moon and their sun,
Where one isn't riddled with expectations and burdens and worry,
She dreams of you.
She breathes easier,
Even as her heart bursts,
Even though its subconscious breathing,
Even though she knows that she'll wake up
And she'll be burdened with expectations and worry.
She hears you say words that she wouldn't hear
Anywhere except for there,
And she smiles and goes to hold your hand.
She doesn't think about when she'll be able to hold your hand again
In a place outside of her head.
She wakes up,
With a heavy head and heart,
Full of floating silhouettes
Of what she and you could be.
Her hand aches with the lingering feeling of yours.
A lovely dream, she says,
And she looks up and sees the clouds
Hiding the morning light.
