This must have been a dream

Countless endless nights were spent grasping at images dancing in my head
And each one a vision of it’s true self

Of you

Memories are dreams that have value

In the pale morning light as I rise I feel the sunlight breaking over the foot hills and thawing the chill of the early morning
The light slowly moves across the landscape chasing away all the shadows

And evaporating all of our dreams

The light is the slow creeping hand of death
And it reaps what the night has so carefully sown into out hearts
It pushes over the mountains and pulls through the bushes
Collecting every piece of fallen and broken dreams like sounds

In the end the last sound I heard was the sound of my heart shattering

I let the dream go
As the light slowly pulled it away
Exposing it for what it really was