Romancing the dream

I wake up rubbing a misty dream in my eyes.

An ominous silence clears the way for a familiar voice.

I see you, I hear you, as clearly as I do always.

I walk the often trodden path, in search of a rainbow, on a sunny day.

Darting shadows beckon me to take the unwritten route.

I see you, I hear you, as clearly as I do always.

I can’t go back, for I have come too far, in search of something only I know.

It may take miles, and ages to reach; it seems futile to you, but not to me.

I see you, I hear you, as clearly as I do always