I Hope You're Not A Dream

It's raining slivers of glass chard
I close my eyes in an effort to protect them
But I still can see you
Your image won't leave my retina
You are burned into my consciousness
I look at you so hard
The eidetic gave way to the transcendental

I have reached across continents
To feel the warmth of your breast
I have been the butterfly's caress
In the afternoon sun
The rumble of thunder in the distance
The strike of fire from far away
Yours forever

Even if it's just my imagination
Even if I have gone too far

I know I have radiated from
Your touch
I feel you in the most
Personal way
You have given me dimension