Dreams

I dream.

I dream of far away lands

Green and white, and gold and red and blue.

I dream of warmth, of soothing caresses by the shore of a calm river.

I dream of love, of eternal bliss and joy and laughter.

I dream of sprawling in an endless yellow meadow, looking up at the clear blue sky.

I dream of love.

I dream.

Dream…

And then I wake up.

I wake up alone.

And I realize that I don’t believe in love.

And that I don’t believe in the blue sky, the calm river, the tender laughter.

I don’t, because that is the stuff of dreams.