Night Of Dreams

Tick tock,
My wall clock reminds of my fate that is high,
Its here again.
Seasons of white and red,
Red and black.
Nights that belong to conjoined hearts,
Attached souls,
Souls that listen to the wind as it whispers,
Whispers of the silent night,
Humans that laugh way into the night.
Seasons that belong to the wealthy at heart,
Those that have laden their hearts with a burden,
A burden sweet to endure.
Those that have trusted someone else with their hearts,
Those that have relieved their brains of its duties.
They think with their hearts,
Hearts beat for each other,
Dreams.

These nights,
They will walk arm in arm,
Shoulder to shoulder,
Chest to chest,
Chins in their palms.
They'll be the envy of the sky.
They'll get themselves huge loans,
Dine in expensive restaurants,
Taste expensive wine,
Drive around in posh cars,
Colour their paths with fresh roses,
Men; walk around in tuxedo suits,
Women; scamper in six inch heels.
Dead cold nights will turn into warm ones,
Too warm for comfort.
Between the sheets they'll find their abide,
Hush sounds,
Blue lights,
A whole new world.
Dreams.

And I will sit by bedroom window,
Watch as clones of love pass by,
Click my camera at them without their knowledge.
I want to make memories of the strong in heart,
I want to make a magazine.
I will wish that it rains that night,
I love rain,
I love the sound it makes on the roof.
Reminds me of long gone emotions,
That on this lovely tonight,
I will still have no one beside me.
I will pray that power goes off on that night,
I want to be engulfed in darkness,
I love darkness too,
Reminds me that my only company is my teddy bear,
It has green eyes.
And when morning will come,
I will run across paths picking up the roses,
I should have something to show off.
Dreams.