The last resort The only medium I could resort to When my days are gray, When I need you most But heaven forbids are - dreams. In my dreams do I, Seek for a glimpse of you. Each night I get fixed on turning my dreams into a cynosure for us both.. And each time I see you, Waking up is expendable.. Sometimes I feel my dreams As though they were reality. There's nothing I could do, When reality strikes me hard and I wake up thinking you were there, But you were gone-long gone. Now,I only have my dreams As the last resort to see you. But even then,not in all my dreams Were you there.. For I had no control over it. #dreams#a cynosure of the dead and the living