In my dreams,
I try to see you
and take in
your whole expanse--
from the beauty
of your smile
to the depths
of your soul
where an ocean swells.
I'm rebuilding you
out of pieces of clay,
with some illogical hope
that you'll materialize
out of the darkness.
The heart alone
can perceive these
dimly lit realities,
and trade longing
for patience.
And I'm living
on the hope
borne of these
dreams of you,
that we'll be
together soon.
