Marie-Lynn, My Dream (poem)

Among the life-filled trees of green,
Awaited a girl I had never seen.
Past the cobalt pond,

And beyond the stone wand,
I came across her,
And I was sure.

I knew who she was,
As one, in a dream, often does.
Her name did not escape me,
'Marie-Lynn', a quiet glee.
She knew me well,
That I could tell.

Her hair was down,
And a beautiful light-brown.
With every breeze it danced,

I was simply entranced.
It flowed down as waves,
Gentle ones that did save. 

And her eyes, I could never forget,
For they were as green as they get.
They mirrored the trees,
And made me feel at ease.
Within them lay truth,
And an eternal youth.

She was the essence of life,
And the opposite of strife.
She was my savior,
From my own behavior.
She was the light,
When all was night.

But I could not escape reality,
Or save such vitality.
For it was but a dream,
And she but a gleam. 

It has been many years,
And I have suffered many fears.

Some of which still haunt,

And scream and taunt.
I reach for quiet,

But find a riot.
Marie-Lynn, save me,
Marie-Lynn, I plea!

But I am merely ranting,
About something so enchanting.
I must realize the truth,
That she is but a dream of youth.

Her essence is a lie,
But still I ask why.

Why must she be fake?
Why can she not be awake?
Is it because of the dark,
For it corrupted my heart?
But she is my savior,
From my own behavior.

The dark is not to blame,
For it is so tame.

Perhaps it is the fire,
My deepest desire.
I saw no fire that night,
But I felt it in the light.

I know not what to say now,
Nor what to make a vow.

Except I remember this world,
In the dream, reality unfurled.
I blame not this world then,
But rather myself again.

I am to blame,
For I forgot my shame.
It was a dream,
And a false gleam. 

It got the better of me,
But now I see.

Yet, I still yearn for her,
Marie-Lynn, the one I prefer.
Perhaps I am cursed with this,
The thought of her, eternal bliss.

So I will allow her to fill me,
For reality is naught compared to she.

-Zero