An Image, A Dream

He is only an image
A dream of mine
His face angry, yet confused
His eyes so deep, so forbidden
His body so strong, yet gentle
I love him, but he is only an image
A Dream
Wishing to leave the life I have
Just to be part of his
The dream I wish I never wake from
To be a part of the image
The dream
I lay my head down to a dreamful sleep
Seeing him there
Closing the gap between
Fingers
Inch by inch, as his face nears
Then I wake
He is only an
dream
I cry
I will never know that image
That dream