Maybe

Monochromatic walls slowly
regain their pigment in the
early morning glow.
You slumber still, a peaceful
state unbroken by any worldly
distractions. As the rising light
illuminates the planes of
your face, I glimpse a future
as tranquil as the dream
from which it spawns.
Easy conversation, layered with
laughter and likeness.
Our limbs intertwined on
a bed of forever.
You entice authenticity from
its road-weary resting place.
I hold my breath, hopeful that
this glimpse will become a
dream of life rather than a
life of dreaming.