I dream of our could be's,
More frequently of late,
And hope life is as simple
As it seems behind closed eyes

Maybe my thoughts
Are too far ahead of time
Because sometimes I have memories
Of that which has never been
And smile to myself
At their possibility
(Is it her?)

I'm spent Monday through Friday
From the lack of time I have,
But even now I'd make some,
If she could be mine,
I'd stretch the day . . .

On the dreamscape,
We share our body heat
And a cover, on the couch,
As we lay across it, smiling,
Half-asleep, making out

I would give up what I've gained
From months of being hermetic,
If you'd be my only contact
To a world outside my head;
Sight would become token
If I could only see your face
And the moon would fill up,
And empty itself out,
Across the galaxies
Before I'd let go
Of this nirvana,
Of this dream,
Of you . . .