Dreaming.

I remember glass windows,    
a miniature glass chair and our stagnant dreams solemnly singing.    
I put my hands in front of my face    
to see the blood running down.    
   
Accepting my fate I was dazzled by the sunshine,    
glaring through the roof of the house.    
I didn't need a sky light    
because the sun was quite enough,    
I'd seen enough.    
   
With blood on my heart and diamond dream catchers,    
trying to take the terrors away.    
I guess there's nothing left to say    
tomorrow's just another day.    
One more day.    
   
I ran out to the backyard soaking in the raindrops,    
dancing in a pure, white dress.    
My nipples hard to greet the cold weather,    
what a beautiful day for this    
and you are bliss.    
   
Good day, little black pen,    
I'll put it down now,    
I've written more than enough about that dream    
the only exception was your ocean-filled eyes    
but that was just a dream,    
you are a dream.    
   
I saw then you were perfection    
with my heart stealing out of my chest.    
I woke upon a beading sweat,    
ready to weep for what wasn't    
and there you were    
in the hazy, six am sunlight, I saw love.