My Dream Soaring the skies of love I come upon a sight which I have never seen. I fly towards him, feeling his beauty. Touching, we become one. Our union grows stronger, knowing we soon must let go. "Never," we say, yet no words were spoken. We must never break, but he is slipping away. "Come back," I cry, "please don't go." His touch so soft, he takes my hand. "I'll never leave," his eyes say. Until tomorrow night my dream.