My Dream
My dream is to wake every morning,
rested from a night of sweet slumber
Wrapped in crisp, breathable sheets
To these eyes of brown
And the smile that melts all hearts
It is a dream
because although I wake
to the beauty,
it is only in pictures
that I see the most amazing woman,
and touch the softest of skin
She is shared with the world now
Cancer took her
like she has taken us
We are still allowed to dream,
laugh, spin, be free
I want to always remember
the love of life through death
the fragility of it
the complete powerless vulnerability that is breath
the smell of seasons and salt, and fresh cut grass
my dream is to wake, taking all of this in
because she cannot
Now she smiles elsewhere with her healthy body
and soulful love, always near, but never here
knowing his dream is to wake
beside her
she follows him where he goes