Waking Dream

During my nights, my mind circulates thoughts of you, then leads to me waking the next morning with a visually unexpected intrusions by you
In my mirror your image is reflecting back to me, and how I wish that I could feel the warmth of your skin. But I can only feel the moisture in the air from the shower that was just ran
I awake the next morning concluding there is no need to pinch me, to let me know you're real.
Because that...I wasn't dreaming
I would ask for you to wake me up but I'm no longer sleeping
I reach for your hand and I realize this touch to ur warm skin isn't what I'm scheming
I noticed at night, you and your existence feels safe, when I'm sleep, The beginning of a possible me and you begins to shape.
So I toss and turn with thoughts of your resting beside me,
Until they form this person, that looks back at me with eyes powerful enough to numb my entire body
But not numb with disbelief, because you made it into my reality
But fear of awakening to an empty room
And to disappointment because this was only a lucid dream
I know this is not what I am controlling in my sleep
This can't be something I'm subconsciously creating because it is to real for me to just dream
when you turn into my waking dream that is when the real takes place
This is beyond the mental images in sleep, because when I see and feel your presence
I rather not have care of where I am with you, as long as I am awake
You are my waking dream
And your mental and very much alive smile is as visual as a light from a laser beam
And I just want to be the reason why your smile shines as bright as it does
And the air that you breathe I want to breathe with you and receive a heart healing, mind renewing, love filling buzz.
I just want to be that optical light that shines because of you
I waited so long for my waking hours to consist of my eyes just landing on you ,
and if every waking dream meant I first had to run a couple acres of land.
I would run each and ever acre in this world over and over
To just see you again
This is no optical illusion
And it is impossible for me to wake myself from a lucid dream because I am no longer dreaming
I'm not in control, for the reason that we have elements that where indescribably near to each other
So close, I can either feel you in my sleep or when we are a ridiculous amount of miles away from one another.
Describing you as my waking dream just fabricates the unbelievable connection I have with you
And it doesn't just make us close in reality but also when I sleep
It made us both incomparable to each other, not suitable for any type of comparison,
just one in the same,
together but ourselves when our minds are rested or active
One in the same when we sleep, and I swear our hearts beat the same identical beat
You are my waking dream
And to you my waking dream if you ever whispered for me to go back to sleep, I want you to know I would sleep for days to stay with you.
And to my waking dream I know you are not just a make up of my own imagination
Because I feel you, breathe with you, and apart of you, so this can not be a dream because I am actually living this with you