If I run nude across the lawn

I must make it across ere dawn.

But this is a dream

It seems.

If I awake before I close

The distance ‘tween me and this rose

I might just die

Inside.

Just one stride and I’ll be there

Her beauty is beyond compare

A shame! 

You call my name!

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I write about the image of a lover I can see across the lawn in a dream often. It’s an imagined dream. More romantic than any of my actual dreams but it’s still a motif I keep returning to as an allegory for my actual reality. A continual search for someone to spend my life with but that one always lies just out of reach.