In my dream you brought me lilies,
soft, white petaled things that kept my hope alive for days.
The stars came near enough to grab
but I cringed at the thought of touching them.
I wanted to keep you more.
Tears fell like those stars and I wished on them,
wishing for an empty promise
of something to come around,
something to let me touch you,
anything to keep you from cringing from me
like I cringed from those stars.
They came inches from my fingertips
calling to me to reach that inch,
to crash my life to emptiness.
In my dream you brought me memories,
pieces of grass stained smiles that made my heart break
into bite sized pieces.
They fell away from me
but I clung to each one with the disregard of a child
clinging to her father's legs as he walks away.
I keep those gifted memories close to me,
wrap them around me as a blanket,
and wish on them.
For they are as many as the stars,
and I can touch them without fearing losing you.
In my dream you brought me love,
delicate and fragile in its nature
but fierce in its attempts to keep me motivated.
I wish on every moment of your love,
keeping it close without suffocating its potential.
I caress it and nurture it and sacrifice my everything
to keep it intact,
because it has sacrificed so much for me.
In my dream you brought me lilies,
and I loved them.
