In this dream, a solid vision, I can reach your face, taste your heartbeat.
I hear it scream out into the night, not in sound held within simple silence.
I ache to whisper this pain into words, to tell all I ever knew.
As I turn away, it is in deep wishing I give the stars.
That you would pull me back, rather than push me the farthest of away.
Infectious heart beats of hope cost me my focused view.
And again, and again there is only you, my deepest apologies.
I am not but heartless, broken at best.
A warning, I must give, stop, and stare, before you die.
I will be no place to rest, I cannot be the light when in dark I keep.
Run my vision, standing here, go, take with you all your grand beauty.
So it may not be stolen by the undeserving.