DREAM TROTTER

Every night I traveled into his dreams and kept trekking,
Every morning I rested in his arms,
He was in gold, his body glistening and shimmering,
And every night, I collected a drop of his sweat,
I stored it in my heart so that the blood becomes saline,
So saline that one day nothing but salinity is left,
Somehow tears rolled down and every drop I collected,
Changed its form and was washed away,
Night after night I kept on collecting it,
Day after day I kept on crying,

 The relation was deep,

I kept crawling into his dream world, slithering and wriggling,
I could not wake him up, he was tired and fast asleep,
The innocent smile, the beautiful eyes,
I watched him sleep every night,
I kissed goodnight on his forehead,
When the morning sun started to peep from the window sill,
I slowly crept out without waking him up,
This is  the kind of love I have for him,
Where dream meets a dream,
Nothing ever touches the reality.