Black

That night..

Or maybe the night before.

My memory lies in a haze.

But I remember the dew drops,

Silver pearls spread across my temples,

On my knuckles till my finger tips.

I remember bubbles,

And glitter splitting through it.

Slow and slower,

Sinking, I see smiling faces.

I remember the breeze,

Brushing through my hair,

Caressing my neck.

And I remember flying,

High in the untamed air.

And then I remember you,

Just a picture of you.

Standing too far, feeling too close.

I know it's just a creation

Of my wired heart.

And then I give in,

Into a deep deep sleep,

A dream within a dream.

And I don't know,

Whether I'll ever wake up,

But just then you hold my hand,

And it all turns black...