Dreaming in glass houses
Confess yourself to me, tell me everything.
All the things you want to be and are afraid to become.
Is it naive of me to think that- for you I am the one?
We've never touched,
We've never kissed,
We've never met.
Yet, you've shaken the core of my soul...
And I can feel you in my crevasses,
Tracing every contour of my skin.
When we are sleeping
We can feel each other in our beds,
Images of us together dance in our heads.
We meet in our dreams,
playing against the fates and their wicked schemes
So far away from reality,
I bow to you- 'Your majesty.'
Alive in each others hearts...
No matter how far apart...
When we find ourselves missing one another in that part-
All we need is to look deep inside our hearts,
There we can feel our love beating
Our passion heating,
Our worlds completing.
A lifeline, a promise, of here and another time.
My soul, I wish to intertwine with yours- life weaving.
Are we really only dreaming?....
And as your kiss melts against my lips,
I slip trying to hold onto this.
You save me, in spite of it.
You too want to savor this
One more kiss..
Another look into your eyes, a glimpse of another life.
We begin to believe in choices.