I dreamt I knew you, and understood you,
and was closer to you than any friend.
You knew me and accepted me, for all I was and am.
I dreamt love and forgivenes could conquer anything,
and we walked forward together, hand in hand.

Now that illusion is shattered,
and a real person stands before me
to my surprise a more fragile, more delicate,
more hurt person, than I imagined.
with all your hopes and dreams,
like a butterfly, in the palms of your hands

I look around me to see shattered illusions,
and broken mirrors
some swept away, some remain,
others refrain;
my life is broken glass.

now i'm awake, to cold to dream.