A Dream

What do I do when love burrows into my life in the middle of the night, invading my dreams, writing love stories on the backs of my eyelids and singing songs that make my lips smile when they don't even know they exist?

How can something so ethereal be so satisfying real?

Filling my arms with sensations of love, leaving imprints on my shoulder of a face that never lay there, warming my neck with the soft breath of an invisible entity.

I sigh and my heart beats softly, tha thump, tha thump, tha thump, and I never want to wake up.

Yet when I do, I leap from my bed, filled with joy and ready to begin a new day.

Eager to write the stories and read the words that will fill the next night so sublimely.