Often, I dream of you,
as I fall fast asleep.
And you are there, too—
as we count sheep, together,
lying there, hand in hand,
as we will be,
always and forever.
Often, you’ve dreamt of me,
as you have always said—
whilst we set sail into
the deepest of blue seas,
wherein lie our pleasantries,
and our greatest dreams.
Although we lie far away
within our dreams,
there is no such boundary
that I won’t cross to find you—
and to tell you
that I am madly in love
with everything about you.
Often, I dream of us,
as I trust you do as well—
crossing mountains and streams,
to find you outside of my dreams,
and in my arms at last.
As we look to the dreadful past,
now all but a distant memory...
my love, I shall carry you—
and together,
we shall eternally sleep.