A poem

Every dream is a nightmare
yes there are mountains
and mirror clad lakes
dancing leaves on fall trees
and the whisper of the wind
the cruelest of symphonies
there are seas and oceans
the monsters the fish the
dolphins, every color is
painted almost fresh, and
the lights are always on
the wax drips from candles
the scents of the season
warm on my skin, but all this
every dream is a nightmare
because you are not there