I Cried Last Night

The most perfect of dreams ensued, a perfect day of passion.  The heart mangled in a fantasy that controls the very thoughts of a man.  Absolute perfection brought into his life from an unlikely source and an unlikely time.  Not able to pursue the mindless thoughts of his heart he allows sleep to overcome the day.   The visions of the one he loves makes sleep come so easy.  Dreams of love passionately filling the night with near endless happiness.  No longer able to sleep, the screaming silence and the beating of his heart fill the room with unbearable and deafening sound.  Awakening desiring to hold the one he loves, turning to find his arms empty once again.  Tears pouring from the eyes overflowing from the broken heart soaking the sheets wrapped around his body.  Quivering flesh, batting eyes, wiping the stream from his cheeks he sighs softly.  The disgust from the world and consequences around him swallow any hope of rest.  I cried last night.  No one to comfort, no one to understand no one to hold, he prays for the mornings light.  Will his dreams and desires ever evolve?  With the piercing light mocking his soul he is reminded that yet another night has passed without the one that holds a grip upon his heart.