Is this felt presence a dream
To which I've yet to wake?
When I dare to open my eyes
Will all be gone but a needing ache?

Maybe I should believe it's real......

Are these whispered words of love
Created inside my head?
Is all this an illusion, to wake
Wet with tears, love shed?

Maybe I could believe it's real......

All the love that I wished for,
All that I felt, was it real?
Or was it just another fantasy,
Mind created, to heal.

Maybe I will believe it's real......

Each time as I drift off, I wonder,
Will I find you again, feel your love?
Is this just a passing of hearts, whose hearts?
Surely you must be real, from above.

Maybe reality is believing......

My emotions are as whirling winds...
Now I am falling freely, so full of peace...
I no longer embrace you as in a daydream...
Now I have found you, fantasy must cease...

by David Slezak