Within our lives each faces a challenge to move forward,

Beyond the past and into an acceptance of the present.

Obstacles appear that test the strength of will,

Subjecting all to the pain of rejection, judgment and loss.

Yet, the most perplexing for some is the desire

To hold those which we should not touch.

They float just beyond our reach with arms beckoning us

To move closer to be within the radiance of their warmth.

The truthful image of the soul within is led away,

Hand held tight by the wishes of dreams and a yearning for fiction.

What we want is rarely what we need, a romantic heart beats wildly

In anticipation of that first embrace, that first indication of emotional return.

"Say the words I want to hear," the mind whispers yet the dream is silent.

Leave unspoken the wishes trapped in thoughts,

And the longing inside the unsatisfied mind.

Leave the fanciful dreams full of blissfully perfect endings,

The reality is...those who fulfill all needs while we sleep,

Are better tolerated there than in the world in which we are awake.