Only Where Dreams Were Meant to Be

on the weight of the day
inside the eyes, that speak to me with a grace
that is only found, in another's dream
before i move through you, the ways you move
in the sun's ever present gaze
i shift through, the oceans of blue
that rest in the breath of morning's dew
in the dawn, where i am renewed
to find the waves of light, passing through the grace
that is your heart, on pulse of a dream
no one can seem to give you, anything but a kiss
on your cheek, when all has gone
and the tears are full, your soul does weep
and i sit on the death of a day
now, as the night follows with you
in the midnight hour, before the entire world has retired
from all it has seen, all that has been spent
i take what is left, left from my pocket
in these dreams tonight, and give it to the grace
that from your eyes, i see, in the veiled moonlight
all has gone, but for some fading memory
remaining here, hidden
wrapped inside, the days that have yet to wake, to find
all the color of dream, waiting for you and me
on another day, perhaps we shall find, this color
this laughter, yes, perhaps on another day , we shall see
all this truth, that waits, in a place, that only our dreams
were meant to be