Only In A Dream
With butterflies fluttering around in a halo above her, she looked as if she dripped in gold stepping from out under the warmth of the morning light.
She’s almost like a dream, one that I ponder about in the back of my mind during the day, and instantly welcome when the spell of sleep drapes over me.
But the comfort of seeing her every night in a different world brings me a certain peace. One that I know I shouldn’t have, but give into anyway.