Fantasies and Dreams

My friend brings a smile to my face when she comes

into my place and fills the space with a heavenly glow

that flows into my soul.

 

The day seems brighter and the air lighter. Her eyes blaze

with secrets only she knows, I suppose and  wonder if her

eyes are so bright because they’re resting on me.

 

I don’t dare make it known to her or anyone else how my dreams are

filled with images of her. To try to fulfill my fantasies could mean

I’d be misunderstood and she’d no longer be my friend

 

At times it’s hard to stop my arms from embracing her so she’d

feel the love I have for her, but that love must remain unknown,

or I’d never succeed to fill my need to see her when I have the need.

 

I’ll search for another, maybe a mother, to find comfort in her whispered

words that’ll bring a smile to my redeemed face when like a miracle

she appears and makes my day brighter and the air lighter.

 

I’ve locked up my emotions all these years, because I’m a dreamer and know

they will cease to flow and the brighter light will be put out like a flame in

the rain if I allow my feelings to escape the prison they’re in.

 

They’ll crush the smoldering embers of my desires. My dreams of her can

never come true because if they do, I understand that by a wave of her hand,

my heart will quiver, stutter and stammer, and my love will evaporate like a

dew drop on a sunny summer day.