A short poem, dreaming of a past love
A DREAMS FAREWELL
Irony such a cruel game you play, for finally I walk away from a lost world, you return to me the minute I close my eyes ...
How can I say no to that face?
As you fall into my chest my soul embraces yours, while you lie against my heart. 
Starring up at me with a smile I've seen a thousand times, yet it still holds my heart captive and fade...
We drift away to a world that was once ours...
Love...
Darkness, silence, emptiness, I wake... 
Memories of your face and remnants of your scent across my skin, seems my insanity is all we have left, 
Farewell, till dreams bring you home my moonlight princess.
By Ross Earle Arendse