Emma

I am lost in my sleep again,
Trapped within the fog of dreams,
Behind the curtains of my eyes,
A victim to my mind's own schemes.

Walking through the melancholy,
Tripping over all my thoughts,
I stumble, tumble, almost fall,
Climbing past the stomach knots.

A dream can shape, shift and twist,
Swap its colour or its view,
Yet mine always remain the same:
My dreams always consist of you.

You stand atop the grassy hill,
Dancing beneath the apple tree,
I watch you twirl from far below,
Wishing you would dance with me.

Butterflies assault my stomach,
As I stare up in a trance,
Heartbeats pound against my chest,
As I watch perfection dance.

Your golden hair reflects the sun,
Flowing with your every motion,
Flying with your every spin,
As you dance with such devotion.

Drowning in your beauty,
I watch you dance on still,
Wishing I could be with you,
And not far below this hill.

I begin the climb up to the tree,
Towards the beauty in my eye,
Towards the girl who holds my heart,
To whom all my feelings lie.

Doubts and fears block my way,
Stopping me from reaching you,
But forcing them far from my dream,
I fight, I struggle and push on through.

At last I reach the vision's end,
As I stare deep into your eyes,
Beneath the tree atop the hill,
I lean in and receive my prize.

Then suddenly, my dream does end,
Revealing to me my dilemma,
As we kissed beneath the tree,
I realised:

I'm in love with you, Emma.