A Beautiful Dream’s Dichotomy

Oft times I’ll have a beautiful dream, you’re back in my arms once again;

We are holding close with kissing lips, just like from long ago back when!

My heart is jumping out of my chest, with happiness and grandest giddy glee;

My soul is singing a passionate paean, it’s mate stands next to me!

But all too soon the dream will end, as the tears of joy still run;

My arms are holding only air, the nightmare has rebegun!

What has just been love’s most beautied bliss, has turned to dark despair;

For I’m back now in my loneliness, and you’re no longer there!

The cruel dichotomy, impossible to bear, drives me almost mad;

For I’ve gone from experiencing ecstasy, to all at once be sad!

The tears again start flowing free, not joy’s, but excruciating pains’;

As my saddened soul sends an S.O.S., that again it has been drained!

But I feel like I’m a masochist, for I pray I’ll dream each night;

At least for a while my soul will sing, and again I’ll hold you tight!

Euphoric rapture defeats dejections’ dole, trading grief for a moment’s joy;

In these beautiful dreams of dire dichotomy, which come close to me destroy!