A Dream

A dream has a strange scent, the one that can hide the dark, and when you savor it till the end, it lefts on your soul a beauty mark. I know that love has many shades, so it doesn't seem to be vulnerable, but as a queen of hearts and spades, his gaze became more memorable. But my dream wasn't just a game, even when the north became south, hope and tears came without a name, and it took my breath from my mouth. He stood there, as he tried to be mine, and maybe even stars fell that night, but silent as a little anxious mime, he watched as tears covered my sight. Maybe he liked me a little bit more, with hidden heart, away from the world. How will it be, if he was more sure? ...the dream is now a thought to hold...