By jgleve
Date: 20 January 2000

Invasion

Again you visit me in my dreams,
Speak my name and we both smile.

I am hesitant to touch you as you reach out,
Knowing that you will leave again.

Politely I ask you how you have been,
You answer, "doing fine, and you?".

Then you stroke my hair, finger down my cheek,
Turn and walk away...

Guess there's safety in dreams,
Rather than have the reality of it all.

But dreams I can't control when the video rolls,
Tell me...How do you make it stop?

Or is that the reality after all?