Sweet Dreams, My Sweet

At night,
The world is swathed in
A blanket of serene darkness.
People succumb to the
Seduction of sleep, which is
Powerful enough to
Force eyelids closed.
With lashes shading my eyes,
I secretly watch
His innocent head which slightly
Dents the contours of the pillow,
And I whisper,
"Sweet dreams, my sweet."

It is in dreams, where we are able to
Fly on wings and soar above the sky,
Let our reckless love carry us up, up high
And feel the wind trailing kisses upon our face,
As we foolishly engage in a game of lover's chase.

It is in dreams, where we can
Let feelings in deep recesses of the heart
Come unconfined and graciously impart
The taste of freedom upon our lips.
Nevermore shall reality eclipse
The beauty of our pure, unadulterated love.
And, like a dove,
We will break free of life's restraints, and
Fly.

But
At morning,
When the world floods in
The ocean of glorious sunlight,
Without our consent,
We are pulled out from this paradise realm,
And, reluctantly, our eyelids
Flutter and open.

Silently, we gaze at our reflections
In each other's eyes.
- You're the apple of my eye -
Then the silence is broken, when
My lips curl into a smile,
And I whisper,
"Did you have
Sweet dreams, my sweet?"