My Old Poem 2 - The Dream







I could see him
laying half naked
on a upper bump bed
with his eyes closed carelessly
I could hear him
Snoring quite peacefully
like a quiet sleeping baby
in a creamy colored tent
many long-to-go-home men
It's a place called B.O.S.N.I.A.
Not long ago
One Saturday early morning
peakig through the white blinds
still at dawn outside
I climbed over you warm body
down onto the bone-chilling floor
I couldn't help but to turn my head
glazing at you
your half naked body
your eyes're closed carelessly
a smile cracked through your baby cheeks
I couldn't help but to softly said in your ears
baby I love you
I glazed
I smiled
I couldn't stop glazing
I couldn't stop smiling
I couldn't glaz at you no more now
I couldn't smile at you no more now
I couldn't say how much I love you softly in your ears no more now
only in my dreams
only in my visions
It's still sweet
Sweet like a baby
My heart pounds
My mind is gone
gone with the dream
I still long to touch
I still long to kiss
I still long to love
Let's not the dream dies
Let's not the vision fades
fussy but struggling
struggling to reach
reach the unreachable
for beauty only exists in the unreachable