Dream:

When I close my eyes
I see you so clear,
It's almost exactly like
You are really here.

I could reach my hand
Right out and touch you,
But all that I dare see
Is all that you'll ever do.

Yet things feel so real
I can hardly even tell,
Which ones are which
And which ones to dwell.

For all that you become
Is all that I'll let you be,
For my imagination is boss
It gives your images to me.

So I need not be scared
For your all but made up,
In the back of my head
Between only the two of us.

These visions that I sense
These sights that I've seen,
You could be about anything
If at first I just DREAM.