(untitled Dreams) Poem by Peter Vector

I dream of them
These mysterious girls in my mind

And yet I can never remember their faces
I never wake with their names on my lips
And all my life I search for only a glimsp
Of their long flowing hair
Or their gleaming playful eyes

These dreams to me are like Heaven
Because I always have a beautiful, wonderful time
We laugh and dance, we hug and kiss
We fly and love, together it seems like a lifetime 

But then these dreams are like Hell
Because I know when I wake
That these dreams that were made
Are just my the whispers of my mind's desire

I dream of them
These mysterious girls in my mind
But alas, never shall I seem them anymore