In your dreams, do I exist?
I insist on the notion of being alone,
strong and care-freely independent to the level of self-reliance
but the remaining truth is
your ever presence sustains the very true me.
Thus in my dreams you roam like a lingering spirit.
Gratitude is in store tonight
as I lay awake but filled with this vivid longing of you.
Well, maybe I just have to let your slumber be
and wish the morning arrives early to let us confer.
I love you, Hon!