"Reality"
©2000 by Little Rascal

I close my eyes
Against the lonliness of this room,
And an image comes to mind.
Your face hovers over mine
Framed softly in the candle light
By your hair,
And my fingers wrap themselves in it
Pulling you closer.
Eyes search mine for doubts or hesitation
And finding none,
Your lips, soft and warm,
Beckon me to join with them...
But before we can touch
A cool breeze blows over me
Bringing me back to reality.
You are not here,
The doubts were too strong.
My eyes are now open
To the lonliness in my heart.