Tears Of Love

The boy in my Dream

I saw him in a twilight haze,
A stranger, yet familiar in countless ways.
His eyes held stars I’d never seen,
Yet they whispered tales of where I’d been.

He spoke no words, yet I could hear,
A melody soft, drawing me near.
His touch, a phantom—warm, surreal,
A presence so vivid, I forgot he wasn’t real.

Ian—that was his name,
But who could it be? That was insane.
A fragment of time I’ve yet to claim,
A face unknown, yet I knew his name.

Through fields of gold, we wandered wide,
Chasing shadows, side by side.
Laughter echoed, pure and free,
In that realm of reverie.

Beneath an ancient, whispering tree,
He turned and softly spoke to me:
"Remember this, though we're apart,
The dreams we share reside in your heart."

As morning broke, the vision fled,
But his echo lingered in my head.
A boy from nowhere, a life untold,
A fleeting dream, yet it felt so old.

Now, when dusk paints the sky anew,
I close my eyes and think of you.
In dreams, our souls may intertwine,
Until the day your truth I find.