Arosed From A Dream Poem by RushelleLyn LombardiOrton

I lay back into the grass hearing the birds chirping.

Seeing you in the blackness of my eyelid where the sun is shining.

I see you running with tears flowing down your cheeks.

I see you pausing and looking down at your feet.

I see one tear that dripped from your nose.

I followed that clear dropp to the ground.

What I saw threw me back,

It was I laying so soundless on the grass.

Then, if I was on the ground… where am I?

I look at my hands, Oh no!

They were gone… I must be dreaming.

Please wake me up… please!

I look up at you only to see your face filled with tears.

I wish I could get your attention for I was there.

You look up at the sky.

It is a lie!

I must be dreaming, please let me out!

You fall to your knees and grabbed my body,

With all your might… you shook me about.

This must be a dream. It cannot be true.

If it is, I want to tell you how much I love you.

I cannot die now, not just yet.

I close my eyes just wishing I was not there.

To a place where anything can be possible,

Counted to five and opened my eyes.

I was not sure what to make it for… I was in the grass.

I turn over to see a face. A young man’s face.

A familiar face, at the moment could not put a name on.

But once the smile arose from the lips,

My heart took a few flips.

This was the young man from my dream.

He is the one with such a bright beam.

How much I wanted to tell you.

Something that is at most true,

I love you.