i am constantly amazed
that i dreamt of you
for so long
without knowing
you were real
that you danced
across my mind
for years

if only
my imagination
had been able
to fully capture you
as you truly are
instead of the fraction
of brilliance
i saw

then i worry
i might have never
been able
to sleep again
with my pulse
racing
at the thought
of holding you in dream

now
i question
am i real
your devoted servant
or dreamer
spinning sheer perfection
into a world
that needs it