fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars..

i sleep to dream you.where in wilful moments,there is only you,and me.just being in the warmth of your presence,the glee of your embrace.and while it lingers,it gently flees,then not so gently,snatched away by the puppeteer.the strings get tangled,a couple snap.but i am not free.and the audience from laughing, jeer and mock and wait in a variety of expectations almost as if just waiting to see you fall and break.a mere marionette?all the world is a stage,we costume our insecurities and mask our ignorance,dance the tune unchoreographed.where are the jumps,the spring into exhilaration until there's floating,away,away from what was.unbundled by the strings,splattered in to a colourful field of dreams,skipping with the stars.flitting with the butterflies.
i sleep to dream you and only you.where i am blissfully lost in your gaze , in your hold.the stage fades away,away.and there is only you..for me.but sleep is fleeting,grasping,grappling and then it slips away,away.i wake up,and there is only me..and all the things that threaten and make me fear.and all the messes just waiting to be cleared,and all the pinacles to live up to..
i wake up,..and there is only me..