The Dream That Felt Real

A fleeting touch, a whispered name, A love confessed, a burning flame. She stood before me, bold and bright, A moment carved in silver light. With rules I laid, she did not stray, No doubt, no pause, she chose to stay. We laughed, we feasted, hearts ran free, The night was ours—just her and me. But morning came, and dreams must fade, Illusions lost in light’s cruel blade. No voice, no touch, no love so true— Just echoes of a dream that flew.