Dreams

I used to dream of you.
Silly, simple, girlish things.
Lying in the summer grass,
A field of flowers surrounding us;
Studying your perfect face,
Hours passing all around.
You invaded my subconscious,
Every sense tantalized;
An echo of your daylight power.

But then the dreams came less and less,
My daily memories more and more.
The dreams I once dreamed of
Were not what I was dreaming for.

In the field,
I turn to see your face,
Your eyes are dull and gray.
The person I once thought you were
Just rots and falls away.
I lay alone in the cold dark grass,
Watching you sink,
Further and further,
Into the darkness,
Vanishing without a trace.
As in the daylight,
I am unsure of your existence,
Wondering if it was all just a dream.

But now the dreams come less and less,
My daily memories more and more.
The dreams I once dreamed of
Are not what I am dreaming for.

Darkness fills the grassy field,
The summer has grown cold,
Your eyes are dull and gray from here
But my memories play on.
My mind tells me you were real once,
But I need to accept you are gone.

But now the dreams come less and less,
My memories fade away too.
The dreams that I once dreamed of,
Are no longer what I am dreaming for;
And now I'm unsure if you're real at all,
Or even if you are who I'm looking for.