Stating the Obvious

I close my eyes,
and dream.
Of being in a romance,
where there is no
fear of a prince
sweeping me off my
feet, mistaking me for
a princess.

Yet, I dream,
of faraway things,
which disappear in a
wisp of smoke
the moment I open
my eyes.

"You are stupid." you may say,
"That is what dreaming is like."

And I know, dreams are
hardly meant to be remembered.

Some snatches might
remain, when you open
your eyes, but they
grow more distant , as
the sunlight and reality
seep back once again
into your brain.

The immediacy of it
is lost.
The reality of dreams,
are altered.

To capture such dreams,
you need to invent such a machine,
that captures altered dreams.

Until then,
I will satisfy myself
with wishes of
love, that demands nothing.
And excitement which
comes from the extra
skip in the beat of
my heart,
when I delude myself
that I like someone.

And call that want
and delusion,
My dream instead.