Man of my dreams
All day long, I've been daydreaming back to yesterday. Just yesterday, but it feels so distant. Do I not deserve to have the happiness of being with you for more than a few hours? To make love to you all night, and when we can go no more, fall asleep at peace in your strong arms.
Is it something I might have done in my past life, that makes me undeserving of the bliss of staring into your beautiful face for days on end? Or is it some wrong act of mine in this lifetime that makes it a distant dream to wake up beside you all of my days?
If it's something I've done, I hope the guardians of the universal currents are at attention to receive my soulful prayers. Dear guardians, it would seem like I have come upon the one, as it is written. I pray you, that by the mighty powers that the universe has bestowed upon you, my sins be forgiven.
Have mercy, dear guardians, for I cannot bear to wait for the next lifetime to be the source of the glow in his eyes. I want to be free to make love to his luscious lips, as I gently wake him from his dreamy sleep every day till the end. I want to be the privileged spectator of his first smile, as he returns from the oceans of his dreams at dawn.
I want to find my way into his surreal dreams, just the way his segued into mine in a matter of days. Please, make me the man beside him, when he's surfing the luminescent auroras of the Northern skies of the world beyond the sack. And when he awakens, I want to be the man to whom his sweet lips shall render poems, harvested from the beyond.
Even much more than that of the glowing shell about it, is the beauty of his soul. He is one with the very essence of the universe and out of his heart and eyes flow this incomprehensibly breathtaking energy. He's all I've always dreamed of and wished for. The best day would be that day, when he'll let me know how much he loves me in return.
Alas, this might not be the case, as is often the case in matters of heart. Just as I've denied many other men the man of their dreams in me, I fear that the same fate lies ahead of my baring my heart to him. Daily, I live in the fear that he might not be receptive of my love, the day I choose to bare it all to him. I delay this day, because I never want to see the looming evil day I've painted up in my mind.
The stakes are high, so high, a failure might mean days on end of mourning for me. For this reason, I choose to give it time. Time for you, dear guardians to accept my hearty offerings. But with time, I fear that his heart might be taken before I find the time to tell him. The man of my dreams is a gem amongst a million earthy rocks, not one that can be left lying in the open for any long time.
Dear guardians, I pray to you from the deep of my heart, that I be the man of his dreams as well. That you stir the currents of the universe to make me the one in the dreams of the man of my dreams. Do this for me guardians and I shall ask no more. For when I am one with the man of my dreams and he with his (in me), we shall dream the world we want for ourselves and be one another's guardians, every step of the way.
Is it something I might have done in my past life, that makes me undeserving of the bliss of staring into your beautiful face for days on end? Or is it some wrong act of mine in this lifetime that makes it a distant dream to wake up beside you all of my days?
If it's something I've done, I hope the guardians of the universal currents are at attention to receive my soulful prayers. Dear guardians, it would seem like I have come upon the one, as it is written. I pray you, that by the mighty powers that the universe has bestowed upon you, my sins be forgiven.
Have mercy, dear guardians, for I cannot bear to wait for the next lifetime to be the source of the glow in his eyes. I want to be free to make love to his luscious lips, as I gently wake him from his dreamy sleep every day till the end. I want to be the privileged spectator of his first smile, as he returns from the oceans of his dreams at dawn.
I want to find my way into his surreal dreams, just the way his segued into mine in a matter of days. Please, make me the man beside him, when he's surfing the luminescent auroras of the Northern skies of the world beyond the sack. And when he awakens, I want to be the man to whom his sweet lips shall render poems, harvested from the beyond.
Even much more than that of the glowing shell about it, is the beauty of his soul. He is one with the very essence of the universe and out of his heart and eyes flow this incomprehensibly breathtaking energy. He's all I've always dreamed of and wished for. The best day would be that day, when he'll let me know how much he loves me in return.
Alas, this might not be the case, as is often the case in matters of heart. Just as I've denied many other men the man of their dreams in me, I fear that the same fate lies ahead of my baring my heart to him. Daily, I live in the fear that he might not be receptive of my love, the day I choose to bare it all to him. I delay this day, because I never want to see the looming evil day I've painted up in my mind.
The stakes are high, so high, a failure might mean days on end of mourning for me. For this reason, I choose to give it time. Time for you, dear guardians to accept my hearty offerings. But with time, I fear that his heart might be taken before I find the time to tell him. The man of my dreams is a gem amongst a million earthy rocks, not one that can be left lying in the open for any long time.
Dear guardians, I pray to you from the deep of my heart, that I be the man of his dreams as well. That you stir the currents of the universe to make me the one in the dreams of the man of my dreams. Do this for me guardians and I shall ask no more. For when I am one with the man of my dreams and he with his (in me), we shall dream the world we want for ourselves and be one another's guardians, every step of the way.
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