Reach

Dreaming of a sparkling lake
Where only six turns to fourteen
Hours walking a realm
Always different
But feels the same  
 
Your face
Only visible when I acknowledge it's you
And I am forced to
 
Feeling pulses  
Encapsulating
Lulling me
To stay even longer  
 
I shouldn't be dreaming this
Of you
It is like we are dead
Meeting on the other side
... I do not want to
No
I really couldn't  
 
But every night
Split in two
I sleep with him
Then drift to you
In your bed  
Your body lay
But you float with me
To the lake again.