My Dreams

On this morning of mornings,
I ask not to wake,
for the pain overtakes me,
and it's hurt I cannot shake,
I remember your voice,
no other in the world,
it calmed me like a drug,
the mother of pearl,
I remember the words,
sung not spoken,
silver bells,
shattered hells,
a heart not broken,
I remember the laugh,
a joy from above,
it caressed my rough skin,
like the kiss of a dove,
it brought me higher,
to the skies above,
and set me back down,
a cloud full of love,
I remember the tears,
of the little girl inside,
always asking for the answers,
but not afraid to hide,
a girl with a fist,
and a heart full of a pride,
I remember the way,
the way I loved you,
like no other can have,
no other can hold,
not God,
nor the Devil could uphold,
you always won,
as you're doing now,
I cannot shake this feeling,
that I fucked up somehow,
please,
a spirit hear me,
hear my cry,
hear me now,
grant me a night of sleep,
in peace,
a way to cope with this disease,
a disease no doctor,
priest,
or kiss can please,
should I stand this night,
or should I kneel,
should I listen to these dreams,
or should I cease to feel.