In The Night You Come To Me Poem by Emma Atkinson

In the night you come to me,
in my dreams you wake me.
I curl within the spell cast by sleep,
Where alone you do not forsake me.
Where alone I cannot weep.

There, in the enchanted haze,
I can find you always,
Smiling, waiting,
And I run to you in a daze,
A daze you are creating.

In the realm of dreams,
You are mine,
And we walk along the banks of gurgling streams,
Where our finger intertwine.

We kiss in the rose corners of the fantasy,
And laugh in a twilight too bright for this world,
Surreal in its majesty,
A fairytale unfurled.

So in the night you come me,
Always, always,
And so I should want it to be,
All of my living days,
Even if in them, in this life,
A dream is all that stays.