Misplaced Dreams

“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” ― Kahlil Gibran

I dreamt of a place, no less quiet and depraved to seek a tune, that might make my heart race

I sleep, as I try to reach that calming place don’t haste, my mind says to match its slow pace

She sits beside me, I smile at her face it feels so bliss, but unique I can’t shake

This feeling that sends chills down my spine the room, turns to gloom, as you walk outside

I ask what’s wrong, you reply with a sad face insists her to stay, but she leaves without a trace

I search for her everywhere, it seems it’s fate it was never written this way, as I sit — tears break

Had I thought it, to happen now for I wake a sign that unsung, her words left to rake

Making sense of it all, I move to take a break what did she mean, when she expressed, “I can’t stay here, goodbye — my dear soulmate.”

Peace, Thank you so much for reading.