The Dream

The other night I had a dream,
Though nothing was as it seemed.
Desperate to marry this girl I saw -
Wanting, needing, having her more.

Anxious to marry, was I to go.
Even my parents consented, be it so.
Until then, my mind had gone blank.
I couldn't go through it - my heart had sank.

I wanted to make here happy, but I could only cry.
Holding her in my arms, I drove away wondering why.
Though I felt in this situation she had no say,
Perhaps we were to call it off, and save it for another day.

Never did she talk, she never spoke a word.
Supposedly saying she was seen, but never heard.
The scene was full of envy, for she was mine.
It was beautiful, serene, and ultimately divine.

Wanting? Seeking? What do dreams actually mean?
Why is it in real life they cannot be seen?

A feeling of intense emotion, blood flowing.
Scared, afraid, for her - all knowing.
The scenery was perfect, how I wished it were true.
But somehow love has eluded me, as it will always do.
Get to know her, said I,
Know, or someday this dream girl may just fly by.

Dreams don't just come true you know,
You have to make them come true, and though
I can imagine this dream come true,
Just me and you -
Whoever you may be...
Because someday, forever, you will be with me.

By Ethan