Each night
You invade my dreams.
Bringing with you,
Everything I desire.
Here I can do
As I please.
Vocalizing the feelings
I am usually too afraid
To speak of.
Here I am in control.
The fairy tale comes true
My wants become a reality
Of their own.
Each morning
I wake.
Arms feeling empty.
Needs going unnoticed.
Because life does not
Meet those dreams.
And once again
I am alone.

A. Beckman 2000