The dream of you

Even more beautiful than you is the dream of you—

a vision I cradle in silence,

softer than breath, sweeter than touch,

the promise of your nearness even when you are far.

So what if I don’t have you—

I still have my dream of you,

a quiet star burning in my chest,

a fragrance without a flower,

a song without a singer

that still fills the night with music.

And in that music I ache,

and in that music I rest,

loving you and letting you go

in the same breath.