The Reality of Dreams

HIM
It's odd and even
These days of the week
Restless nights, next, sound asleep
Tossing and turning, these days called odd
Even evenings, slipping fast to REM sleep

HER
Odds are Heaven, when dreaming of Him
This Knight, this Soldier, this Gentleman
Our Eyes meet, from across the street
Sipping His coffee, he smiles, winks at me

HIM
It must be even, as I am Dreaming of Her
Across from Me sitting, so Beautiful, so Elegantly
Traveling We are, this country of Italy
Ocean in front, coffee in hand, Happy We are

HER
My odds have turned even, these nights it seems
Sleeping Less, and wanting, more of Him
My Lover of the night, In Dreams no more
Up and around, to Breakfast I'll go

HIM
Ever so short, these evens have become
A glimpse of her, lately I've seen none
Up all night thinking of Her, I'm up now
Local Coffee shop I'll go
Sitting down, cappuccino in hand
Pondering this painting, of waves hitting sand
Until, there she appeared, so Beautiful, so Elegant

HER
Sipping His coffee, He winks and smiles
Looking over to Me