Dreams Don't Turn To Dust

Little objects in my head,
cloud bubbles, wispy and colourless,
my thoughts and dreams,
filled with you.
Sometime loving, sometime critical.
Sometime harsh, sometime gentle.
But always you,
your face and smile,
pulling me through,
pushing me ahead.
Thoughts coalesce,
into a giant orb
of constancy,
which shrouds me night and day.
Then dreams turn to dust as I sleep,
or do they?
I'm holding on to this one,
with your lovely eyes,
and warm embrace,
a special magical place.
I'm holding it tightly in my palms,
as the glitter struggles to escape.

Song of the Day: You'll Never Walk Alone (Gerry & The Pacemakers)