My Dream

I awoke, but was I really awake?
This dream’s real
I held it in my hand,
I touched it.
I felt it.

My dream.

I walked with it, growing accustomed to it being there
Is there a chance for me to be happy?
How could I be so fortunate?

My dream.

Each morning I’d awake expecting it to be over
Each morning I’d find my dream still alive,
existence sweeter and sweeter.
My mind fearing acceptance
knowing that it would soon disappear.

My dream

Then I find myself waking up -- expecting my dream
Accepting my dream as reality
I can know happiness -- I can know joy

My dream

This spark of love has ignited my
life into a new and wonderful world
where things I could only imagine before
are now part of the reality that I live every day
as I lie in bed, smiling in the night

My dream

waking up in the darkness
alone again
once again I realize -- it’s all just...

My dream

Paul W. Walters - January 10, 1995