The Weaver of Dreams

It's late and you are smiling

Your eyes sparkle with mischief.

It's late and you are laughing

A smile flickers across your face

and your eyes meet mine.

 

My brain is foggy with sleep,

And I am intoxicated by the sound of you.

I am on a sugar high; I'm not thinking straight.

I can't be, because I'm dreaming of you.

Why is it that when I am tired my thoughts always wander your way?

Unintentionally I trace a path from my day to yours

Weaving together our shared laughter in a lattice of unwarranted hope.

 

Unrequited adoration is a way of life for me.

So instead of making a fool of myself

and stuttering through my speech when I'm with you,

I'll weave this tapestry of words

And hang it on the wall of my heart to collect dust.

This poem is about: 
Me

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