Feel You

The darkness arrives, surreptitious and stealth,
winding through panes of light and painful strands of life.
It leaves me to face the night and the morning,
unaware of my subconscious awareness.

The silently ticking LEDs remind of the oncoming reality,
but dreams take long to brew, not to savor.
Hours elapse but a minute of realization
You give me something I can feel.

In dreams we can survive and feel
what can't be had but what will. And
dreams are not just for the sleeping.