about you and my dreams.

i am dreaming

you, whoever you are

someone other than who i thought you might be?

you and me, at an altar

then, in a home

and you play with the boys

while the girls and i laugh and i teach them to knit

and we all sit down and eat

watch a movie and feel loved

and then i jolt

woken up to another dark night

after another day spent alone

and i fearfully place the grains of my hope into His hands

what will happen?

the grains may be tossed into the winds

never to be borne

or they may be used to build my dream

as the days tick by

the dreams trickle away

farther from my heart

unfulfilled

i wish i could know what will happen

and i wish i could know who you are