Dreams Poem by Suzanne Stroop

I never dream of you.
Instead, I wake from a sound sleep
With your voice forever singing in my head.

You rouse me from some far off place,
But never heal the ache...
Its been there much too long.

I stumble to the bathroom,
Afraid the tears will come.
Then try again, willing you to go.

Softly they fall, quiet drops of rain.
I bite my lip, begging them to stop...
But they don't, regardless of my plea.

I pace the halls,
Jealous of the dreams that others have,
When mine won't come.
They hide from me, leaving just the words.

I toss and turn,
Afraid I'll wake the man I love...
Quiet, I hear the chords of your guitar.

'You are the words, I am the tune...'
And I reply, 'play me',
Then smile as the tears fall harder.

Your faces flashes behind closed eyes.
Young or old, it only matters that it's there,
With memories so vivid I can touch them.

If I could dream just once,
Perhaps you'd go away...'but if you stay'.
I groan, my face and pillow wet.'

You won't leave.
You have become a part of me...
A mosaic of music fused to my soul,
So rich and full, there can never be enough.

I sleep, but never dream of you.
At least you sing to me
And I listen with my head upon my arm...
Waiting.