Dreams

I wake every morning somber.
My dreams have vanished into the ether.
But I rejoice, one dream has not left yet.
She's a free soul
I wish I could say she was mine,
But I can't
All I can do is trust her.
It's not as though she can't lie
Not as though she can't hurt me
But you won't - ever
All of my heart is held in your hands
Gentle, soft hands holding my fragile heart
In a moment you can crush it,
But you won't.
I know this.
You aren't God, not an angel, but a lowly human
And yet
You're imperfectly perfect
A whisper, a hint of heaven in my life.