To Love You, Still

-1 I don't know where to start,
It's like a dream, you know?
It comes and, oh, so amazing,
and then, so suddenly dies, like lightning.
-5 It was winter, WINTER!
Things are supposed to fucking die,
life needed to be dormant,
not start up, thrive, flourish.
-9 And how could it flourish?
It was cold, barren, demeaning,
and yet, life found heat, from some furnace,
and made it on to spring.
-13 Now, it's summer.
So, what, did it wilt?
Since heat can be found anywhere,
did it just simply shut down?
-17 No, no, that couldn't be it,
Maybe it just died.
I really hope not,
That would have happened in the winter.
-21 Thinking back on winter,
I remember, up in a purple-pink dream,
bolts of lightning flickering in the corner,
being both warm and cool.
-25 And I remember the amber from the window,
shining reality down from the streetlight,
now, thinking back on then,
the light was also warm and cool.
-29 The color, bringing comfort,
warming up the soul,
the lighting, outside, florescent, unwelcome,
yet, drunk in by sheer willingness.
-33 The furnace kicking, vertically above me,
cling, clang, against my beating heart,
beating against it, beating against him,
as he fills my heart with warmth.
-37 In more ways than one,
it was my all,
to feel, to see, to think, to hear,
It even smelled perfect.
-41 to be Then, at that moment, at that time,
when it all made sense,
everything from warm dreams to cool reality,
a perfect mixture of emotions.
-45 Now, it being summer,
warm air pressing me on, cool winds to blow pedals off the trees,
gracefully brushing against my skin,
as they float on in the world;
-49 I think back on that winter night,
that winter being the most alive,
and I realized that it wasn't the furnace that I loved,
but the heat it provided.
-53 The Blue aura in the Purple-Pink setting,
known only as DREAM,
the yellow, amber light from the cool reality,
waking me from this dream.
-57 I jolt in my bed, the AC now kicking,
Cling, Clang, against the clock's Tick Tock,
I look at the sun in the window,
which, in amber, rises from the Summer's Field Dew.
-61 a single tear lays on my cheek,
wet on my face, though my eyes are dry,
realization that all dreams must come to an end,
even when it shine down on me. -64 NN