What's inside a dream?

Gentle , warming sweet solace expressions of your heart in speech. For so long it was the silent air , the only antidote. Hidden was the remedy of voice. Touch thought to be the only solution, a heart can fool the soul it misleads a soul can break free, and live. Only then. Only now. In despair, life is here, the breath of voice, the tone of loss. Emotion can't fake, emotion can break Where is the comfort? Hold my hand. I desire a vocal dance.

Closer each beat although our worlds are far apart. I open my eyes and feel it I hear it impossible is certain with just one touch. My destined belief enclosed in an embrace- my body yearns -and all at once I am released from my past to be lost in the very heartbeat that brought me here. -a vision of beauty. a king whose crown shines brighter than a halo, a king whose heart beat lives on through us. If only speech was louder than thoughts.

A sweet idle smile hides beneath a river of tears fitting for a character with an image so infinite. He is weak. Those who hurt him rise from his tears for the applause seems far more important than his soul - trampled, crushed soul. One above all the rest stands tall. A love purer than yours nor my own life. One we can not comprehend. For every breath of air is his. Footsteps will fade to silence and stand before him - to be judged. He understands he. He held his weary hands in tight grasp ''Be not afraid'' He pulled him in to he and held what is already his. He welcomed his curls to be a shroud upon his shoulders and smelt such familiarity. His life was like his own. He listened to the melody in his breath. Unrighteous are those who believe such sound would never be again. For both understand love. For both are home.

I surrounded you where there is comfort. A lifetime of chance where I am waiting. Apprehensive, at first. Unknown judgment of a place that is far ahead. Better living for a broken soul, I'm never let down by you, you don't know the meaning. Your arms are a sea of love, your laughter the innocence of a child. Your tears are a burden of an ending world- yet you live forever. and that is where I am. With you.

I wonder about you when I'm still , It's then I'm free. The noise of sound would disturb my reality , unwanted sorrow. What would be the reason to give a fake interest - Just to hide my pride? when really it's you, it's you I want. I've tried many times, but it's always there pulling me back. Your force is strong, a magnet of want, need - to be loved. and I see myself through your eyes. I see the tenderness, in an instant you're mine , yet in the same instant you slip away - you've blinked. My reaction of yesterday passing over me, only to greet me once again , in the hope not to lose a reason behind the journey. The realisation was I had been dreaming all along - until I heard you : ''I may have moved on but that is how I feel wanting to be home again''

I elapsed in thought so tightly grasped in reach. Enclosed in your air you are my existence. Following your guide is a reason for breathing. All that's true is contained in you. You have drained me of ignorance. Fractured pieces spill from me no comfort can be found in empty arms. Mortal fears of everyone they fail to float. You soar higher than life. Your closeness is my company my anguish, hurt and pain screams in high pitched cries. Immediete will be your whispering sighs- racing to fill my heart. ''Im right beside you'' and I know it's okay to loosen my grip why did I even doubt you? my transparent love whose re-assurance is solid. You're endless.

On this night I find myself wishing upon the moon ''Im envious of you'' On this night I am wondering of feeling in a timeless dimension. Reflecting back upon me I see myself alone. Still. Now, smiling I recall that on this night I guess we aren't worlds apart but in reach after all.

Your words stabbed my heart, and I cried tears of pain. "Get out!" I shouted. "There are the last tears I’ll ever cry for you." So you left. I waited hours, but you didn’t return. That night by myself I cried tears of frustration. I waited weeks, but you had nothing to say. Thinking of your voice, I cried tears of loneliness. I waited for months, but you left no sign for me. In the depths of my heart, I cried tears of despair. How strange that all these tears could not wash away the hurt! Then one thought of love pierced my bitterness. I remembered you in the sunlight, with a smile as sweet as May wine. A tear of gratitude started to fall, and miraculously, you were back. Soft fingers touched my cheek, and you bent over for a kiss. "Why have you come?" I whispered. "To wipe away your last tear," you replied. "It was the one you saved for me." [by Michael Jackson]