tucked away neatly between your

lovely silver arms and the

moonlight that seemed so bright

(It was our spotlight and our symbol

of that -hope-)

listening to the whispers you said

would mean everything,

then forever never looked so real,

and I was

sliding down that rainbow of

pure poetic glory

like raindrops down your face

soaked in these, kisses so

intox-ic-at-ing

and simply beautiful.

I believed with everything

that we could always

fly to (you know where-

that place with magic like

notes in that

song we sang -to each other-)

but it seems that dreams,

always slowly, gracefully

leave us- hopeful and

so very disappointed.

When we wake up

to nothing.