Take me as a Dream

She dreamingly dreamt of a dreamy man,

His eyes were real tender,

Sparkling brighter than the grains of sand.

His voice was bland,

And his manner the same.

She dreamt of a man with pure heart,

Who did love her as his part.

Ways of saying,she didn't feel he was ageing.

His lips were moving,and the wind was soothing.

She dreamingly dreamt of a perfect man,

He told her he was never forsaking,

Great days and happy laughter,

Was all his very making.

Dawn approached,

And the viral fever broke.

The sweat subsided,

And the pain eased off,

But now, for the better of the heart,

The dream was lost.

Eyes in tears,as she lay in her bed,

His face had seemed real,

Now it felt it was too late.

His gentle touch,all now was fake.

He never did exist,nor did her mate.

She lies there, promising to die,

The fever now no sight seen,

She feel evergreen.

Wanting to remember all she had seen,

She went back to sleep,

But the dream was lost,

As if it had never been.

She tried remembering,

But she did forget,

Those eyes,those smile,

And the way they had met.

A trick of heart it was,

Now gone, not long,

But completely forgotten.

Love lies, god dies,

But the fear never subsidies.

Eyes now in tears,

He was her dears.

Now she knows,

She can forget,

Such a man of love is careless,

She gently weeps, as the cold epitaph silently screams.

~Fin

The Dead Revolutionary