I dreamed of you.
Imprisoned I wept, cowered,
held captive by my own demons.
As I trembled, a soft hand took mine
and pulled me close, to gentle warmth.

I dreamed of you.
I looked up and saw your face, your eyes,
and with no words you stroked my hair,
wiped the frightened sweat from my face,
kissed my cheek softly and stood me up.

I dreamed of you -
we ran, you led me from the darkness,
we fled, and as we emerged into daylight
I fell, stunned by the pain of the brightness
that my eyes had never seen.

I dreamed of you;
you knelt beside me in the grass,
you lifted my face to yours and kissed me...
and made love to me, releasing me
and relieving me of those demons forever.

I dreamed of you, and then I woke,
aching for you, a thousand miles away.
I dreamed of you, and knew then
that dreams can truly be an introduction
to one's own heart's desires.