Scenery

I painted a scenery in my dreams
The grass was pink
The clouds, green.
The rivers were red.
The hills, blue.
At a distance, I saw you.

I painted us in my dreams.
The bed was round.
Our hands, tied.
Mouth sealed shut.
Eyes, watering.
Somehow still wallowing.

I painted a home in my dreams.
The roof wasn’t there.
The house, broken.
The rooms were empty.
Words left unspoken.
And we were still hoping.

I painted a picture in my dreams.
A lake of happiness where we dove.
Waterfalls of faith and hope.
The winds whispered hello.
Woods, creaking “a while more, hold on.”
Warm drops of solace seeping through the cracks in our chests
A little tree house built of broken promises and things left unsaid.

I dreamt of happiness, you see.
It isn’t for me.
And I am singing my favorite songs in my dreams,
but I don’t know who I sing them for anymore.
I am dreaming of my favorite things,
but i don’t know who with anymore.