I was asleep one night,
I felt someone holding me tight,
I felt complete and warm,
I woke up and he was gone.
I dream of a boy that is a little older then me,
Someone who is mysterious,
Dark black hair with light Grey wolf eyes,
We never talk but stare,
Like we have never seen another person,
As if another species,
And all day long,
I am taken by those dreams,
Of him so close to me,
Holding me,
As if it is so very real,
And all night long,
I wonder if he symbolizes a real person,
Someone out there who is exactly like him,
Someone who is waiting for me,
So scary I figured but it has to be something,
Or maybe it's just my imagination,
Drifting of like it always manages to do,
I cant escape the real and the virtual,
And I can't pretend it doesn't and never existed,
So I go on pondering,
Of that warmness holding me tight.
