Book Of Dreams Poem by dino evans

I lie here with my book of dreams, the words I've written down...
Surviving all the pain, I've put inside...
Somewhat of an accomplishment, for me, since I might drown...
In tears upon the pages, that I've cried...

I've held on to the truth, and all the sorrow and regret...
No lies, no matter, but to me, I guess...
I fall asleep, with you in mind, and I cannot forget...
The dreams, The times I heard you tell me ' yes'...

My book is filled, with hopes and prayers, for something I can't have...
Just words, in ink, that I cannot erase...
Your gentle touch would give to me, a soul relieving salve...
Those eyes, the look, that smile upon your face...

I've written all, and everything, my love I see in you...
This love inside is mine, and mine alone...
I've told you all, and in my words the love comes crashing through...
You've told me everything, I'm on my own...

In sleep I've had ideas, that will cause the words to flow...
In mornings when I take my pen, in hand...
I write, but you have no idea the feelings that I know...
The feelings I cannot express, as planned...

I want to tell you everything, that makes me love you now...
That makes me want to throw it all away...
And tear the pages from my book, I cannot tell you how...
My love for you, no words could ever say...

Love immortal, lies inside, but not the book, my heart...
I've known before you did, .of that I'm sure...
I knew, and so I wrote it down, and knew it from the start...
There's something there that's clear, and clean, and pure...

Something deep inside of me, but something you can't give...
I write it all down sadly, in this book...
These pathetic pages, help me remember, so I live...
Without the eyes I know for me, they look...

I have no pictures in my book of dreams, just words I write...
The images just trapped, inside my head...
But in the dark, I reach for you to find that shining light...
Of all the things to me, that you have said...

No walls contain my love for you, no ceilings hold it in...
It's open like my book, for all to see...
My dreams inside these teardropp pages rip my heart within...
The why, the how, the what, you hold for me...

So, I will close my book for now, and quietly try to sleep...
Tomorrow I will wish, the things I feel...
The sight of you inside my arms, that wish I'll hold and keep...
But in my book of dreams I'll make it real...

Goodnight my love, don't worry, you will be inside my pages....
And in my dreams each night, when sleep takes me...
I've tried to put it out, but in my heart the fire rages...
The fire of, what you and I could be...

dean evans 2-26-07