Dream Lad

As I steal a sun-drenched nap,

A whirl of colors knit a cap

Around my head;

They make a scene.

I dream.

--

In the scene there is a lad

Whose smile and timbre make me glad

To escape the tedium

Endured at home.

We roam.

--

He takes my hand,

We jump off cliffs,

But never land;

We soar and drift

Above the sky.

We fly.

--

My laughter chokes me,

My heart explodes

With tender joy;

All fear erodes.

He wraps me up

And down we dive;

With each swoop

I’m more alive.

I love…

I love.

--

All too soon, he slips away;

I search and flounder until the day

Grows dim and drawn.

He’s gone.

--

And so I wake,

Eyes slick and swollen,

Recalling the lad unfairly stolen

From my sleep.

I weep.

--

He won’t return

Despite my tries

To soar again

Through filmy skies

My hopes have built.

I wilt.

--

Days drag on,

Devoid of meaning;

My only wish

Is to be dreaming

Of the One.

I’m done.

--

And so I lie for one last nap

To escape this life turned bitter trap.

Fever courses

Dark and deep.

I sleep…

I sleep.