This Dream

The axis:
The precise point where our two lives
[Intertwined by chance, or by fate?]
Met.

That point, that moment,
It is the only question that remains.
And I fathom:
Would you be the answer?

Your facile tongue utters a clear reply,
A definitive tone: "Yes".
And I am overwhelmed.
Overcome.
Overjoyed.

A most discordant buzz.
The alarm.
Oh, with what has dreaded Sleep struck me now?

As I enter consciousness--
Bitter. Cold.
What is worse than a nightmare
Than the mind's most horrid, bloody phantasma?

Yet I know--
A dream of that which you yearn for most,
Of all things tangible and otherwise,
But simply cannot attain.

Life is but a dream.
THIS dream.