You were the dream I woke up from, the warm
Comforter magic-carpeting away
My worthless doubts, till hope became the norm
And you became the sun that lit my day.
You were the sun that had to set, the light
By which I saw with total clarity
A world of victories without a fight
And lucky stars that only favored me.
You were my sky of dead and dying stars
Whose winking was a comfort from above—
The smile that cut away my prison bars—
The soul whose quest I never wearied of—
My soul, my smile, my stars, my bright sun beaming,
Who always loved me back while I was dreaming.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells