Deep in my eyes he looked, I could feel his eyes searching deep in my soul, his mouth couldn't move and yet we spoke of the same language. A dissapointed yet loving voice he asked, "How is it so that i belong to another yet my heart and being screams with love for you? How do i go back in time and meet you before the other?" His tears,i watched reach down, his tired heart broken for a love he couldn't have. So bad i wanted to comfort him, but how is it you comfort one in your sleep? I walked away,but he couldn't bear,so he ran after me, overwhelmed with love,i smiled laughed,giggled and just as i was about to run in his arms, i stopped and told my silly self to go back to sleep and if i was again to dream, it better be of glass shoes and a castle.

Published by mary muema