Sweating, burning. Trapped in a slumber that is not easily broken. You haunt my dreams. I see you, Feel you, Smell you . . . But WHO are you? Innocence in full bloom, A heart that has not yet been broken - One that is not afraid to love. Running gracefully - Floating, really - Just beyond my reach. Weary, I call out, asking you to stop. However, a light-hearted laugh is your reply. I stop but you continue. Floating, laughing; golden hair dancing in your wake. I am awakened, broken-hearted. For I have fallen in love with you: A simple idea. A nonexistent entity of pure, untamed beauty. Envy courses through my veins, As an altered reality taunts me with the concept of what I am not And perhaps what I shall never be.