Surreal

Cut all love's losses
Before they mottle, mar and degrade
Freeze time for one feeling
Ensure it not to age.
For amor's ardence thrives fit at the root
The flowers of romance will wilt
So nip the bud prematurely
And bury it down in the silt.

I dreamt a sightly dream last night
Escapism appeared exempt
Journeyed blind and shut-eyed
Along a path arranged.
You standing at the spire's gate
Surreally cast in flesh
Could not last long molecular
Before horribly disturbed.

A spider dashed the bedclothes
So I folded them in fear
Then rising from the ignorance
I watched you disappear.
Dawn was fast approaching
Creeping coyly through the room
Strengthened every detail
Held me from my dream.

This picture of reality
Omitted love's sweet mould
On turning where you once were lain
Turned my skin to cold.