Colorful Lucid...

Time can tell,
No Tales.
memories,
               The Trickster
In the tiniest glimpse of light
When the full moon
                                plays games
with where I tread,
           A million words may have
           been the preparation,
           The warmth,
                  The touch,
The CURL of THOSE lips...
  But in this place there are no words...
But comfort;
and a gentle - slow- soft
                                       FRAGILE heart
And the story we must tell
when I close my eyes,
the colours around me -
Seem impossible,
I seem to fly, with you.
Yet grounded we are amongst these snowy peaks,
where the flames of our fire flicker and fall
and die,
            To Flicker once again - in the night.
And in the dawn;
all the LIGHT created shall be gone;
as
   You
         Change
                     Depth -
As do I:
It is your eyes I shall seek,
Your smile - Your UNDERSTANDING 
of this SOUL. 
Where ice now looms, cold and bold, all around us, as I reach out
and call your name - the echo is all that surrounds me...

You have gone, and I realise - LEAVE THIS PLACE 

for THIS is but a DREAM

Take off - FLY - 
So close to the sun where
I fall - Quick Shallow Breaths
           POUNDING HEART - a room - a BED! 
Not REAL?

It was just a Lucid Dream - OR WAS IT?