She was always waiting for me
But she lived only in dreams,
Ready for me to fall asleep
And fall into her waiting arms.
She would wait inside her small world
Patiently for me to arrive,
Never once asking to step out
Beyond, into this waking world
For she could see it, haunting me
Through all our shared dreams together.
The fear of waking, leaving her
To go back to a cold hard land
Where so many waiting dangers
Could so easily track me down
So I could not escape again
To her just by closing my eyes.