If Only

If I could live in dreams, oh how glorious reality would be
to enjoy the scent of your warm skin in the dewy light of morning
waking to see the dawn through your eyes
everyday a rose colored prism.

If only dreams would come to being, then I could rest safely
fearless to look into the future and gaze with wonder at what could be
infinity stretched out before me like
a billion stars lighting an inky sky.

If my dreams would wake and walk amongst me, how sweet the song
you would whisper, a gentle melody that threads our lives
into a tapestry made brilliant by the tenderness of your hands
winding through our lives joining thread to thread.

If I could walk in dreams, how dazzled would I be by the beauty that surrounds me
causing me to shine like a blinding sunrise
warming me with the knowledge that my dreams
are made alive when you are here.