Sweet Dreams

One day there won't be remembrance
Of days far and long gone.
One day there will only be fragments
Of what once seemed so strong.

To you this story is rerun and played out.
Too many times, I believe.
Yet it never seems to lessen the doubt
That you had it all in that dream.

Bittersweet and helpless,
Twin blades that cut
Wanting so hopelessly blissful
Yet all of it for naught.

But dreams are merely fleeting,
However real they may be.
Still even I can stop the violent beating
Of my heart while I sleep.

It is my plight, but unselfish
For you see it is yours too.
But as for me, tis plain to see
My heart belongs to you.