The Reoccuring Dream

Sometimes the mind gets tired of subtle imagery.

It's actually very
Cliche
Trite
Obvious
This dream I keep having.

I'm standing before an open door
looking in
I do not
can not
will not
enter.

I see you working
sometimes you are
talking
humming
silent
working.

The words are formed
on my lips where your kiss
lingers
haunts
caresses
my heart.

Sometimes the words
Float as a
whisper
whisp
breeze
to you.

You turn
look
smile
and say