i only see you when i dream,
never the same, yet always so similar.
always too complex to express,
yet too simple as to not.
i never get a good glance at you,
as you always shy away before i can.
i dream of your soft skin;
your delicate lips which sing no blues,
your sweet words which have no voice,
your ocean eyes which hold no color,
your sweet reassurance which holds no meaning.
and in the tranquility of a dark, summer night,
i dream of meeting you once again.
my precious secret, my meaningless love,
i can only hope to see you again.
- R.K.