Wild horses.

I nodded off and got caught in my dream,
when I came to, I thought it may have been real.
You had been there, though I couldn't quite see your face.

I never can seem to see your face...
Just a soft outline of a profile.

I can imagine what I would like to see,
but what does that matter?
I kept calling to you, your name not quite discernible to me.

You would look my way, but never quite at me.
Finally my angst was enough to wake me,
but like I said, it could have been real.

The smell of the kitchen we were in was strong in my nose,
oiled wood cabinets and dinner on the stove.

Maybe that is my trip....
Every time, I never quite see you, despite my attempts.
I awake myself in a fervor.
So perhaps I need to not be impatient.

The next time this happens, I'll be patient.
I'll wait for you to look at me.
Nothing can keep us apart.

"Wild horses, couldn't drag me away."
- Mick Jagger and Kieth Richards