Silent Watcher

If my gritty eyes in the morning could tell stories of the dreams they shared with me at night. They would perhaps lose their redness and begin to swell with pride. they would be proud to share the stories of our escapades. they would get excited as they ranted about the enemies of our dreams. they would cry at the point of lost love and they would rejoice with me on my waking point. My return to the woman I hold in my arms...
I love you Jessica