Foggy Dreams and the Reality..

The room is foggy and the lights are dim,
And we brood about our darkest desires and eccentric whims,
Whom we lust and whom we love share in between a thin line,
Who I want but who, really, is mine,
The one we love, the only one,
Is not in our fate and the light is gone,
From our eyes and our soul is sundered,
But a mask we keep and the pain is under,
For us and only us...

I am glad for those foggy nights,
And those dim lights,
When I felt your soft touch beside me,
Where you and I in those eccentric moments became we,
When I felt every single one of those unspoken words,
That you and I've said so many times in my dreams of another realm,
But that shall never become reality,
Even I do not wish for it as you already seem so happy,
In your dreams for they seem so real,
But in mine you remain the Alice of my wonderland,
So surreal.

Prologue:

Now I fret again for the smoky hues,
For I am glad for those smoky nights,
And those dim lights,
For there again you shall be,
With those eccentric moments, mine and waiting just for me...