I pretend he is
beside me listening
to my wishes.
Hoping and praying
he will be there
when I wake
brushing my hair
my soul; his to take.
His golden hair like silver,
from the moon light.
The lights misty in the river,
in the calm night.
I want to tell him I love him.
To be able to smell
his skin.
But when the night
is over he is gone.
Out comes the light,
the beginning of a red dawn.
If I close my eyes
he can come back.
I live in lies,
and he is what I lack.