After the Dream
The Sun will always rise from the East~
And you will always be my Atlantic; After the dream.
I will always remember the sunset as it glowed in your eyes as we saw it together... you seeing it for the for the first time,
Falling in February Red, over the mystic Pacific Sea.
I touch my pen to paper, missing what I felt when we were in the place where the stars whisper to each other,
and only we could hear...
Sitting here, hearing now only the silence of regret;
After the dream.
© 2001