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

My Eyes Grit together as my vision attempts to adjust... sleep begins its slow fall as I slip from my blanket and walk into the trees. it's still dark here but I can see my way by the moon and somehow I find my way to the water... its rushing and tumbling draw me, and soon I am waist deep, thigh deep, and now I'm swimming...
My eyes Grit together as my vision attempts to adjust... sleep Begins its slow fall as I stir beneith my blankets... I turn and see the path I've just walked and shiver as I remember why I shouldn't return there this time. I roll over and try to fall asleep again...