Delving deep into the mind of a dreamer

As she whispers sweet nothings to his ear

Maybe love has finally found her, maybe she is looking still.

Wounds so deep took years to heal, yet somehow she has no scars

Only a trace of worry when she furrows her brows.

A gentle hand on his nape, a stroke upon her cheek

A quiet moment passes and they smile, blissfully.

Who are these two lovers, laughing away the night?

Is this more than passion?

It could be, it might.

But the dreamer is woken

She stares blankly at her ceiling

The face of her lover, a moment, fleeting.