Warmth in dreams

  Here I sit cocoon in warmth.
Lovely are the shades of brillance
shining over me.

   Funny how with all the colors
surrounding me, I am decked
out in all white.

   The irony of an artist.
Words swirl in my head as
though placing light and dark on
a palette.

  Oh how to get over the cravings.
Time and again I place
over memory to an adventure
away from you, from the sinking
feeling that is left.

  Mind tries to erase but I constantly
stop the cleaning. Do I want to
forget, no. Just adjust what is there,
to see the happiness.

   So I can finally close my eyes at
the end of the night, with only
two or three thoughts of you. To
endure what is placed there.

   Recalling my cocoon of warmth.
Arms held fast. Tiny whispers as
I fall deeply into sleep. To
believe peace does exist between
us.

   For now only in dreams, for my
eyes are heavy.

   All I say is goodnight and
send a kiss on the cool night
air.

     For I remember much tonight
and wait for resolve to come.
One last hug from it all.