Little dream

I cry without tears,
for tears are reserved for the ones that feel.
The moon can be shining,
with her face visible through a curtains of mist,
and even so, she will never hear my dry sob,
my silent cry will forever be just mine.

But is it my fault?
Do I have to be alone night after night?
I wonder if this is my creation,
I wonder if this was my choice.
I can see now that my isolation only reflects my soul's

I guess I cannot help being alone.
I can just fuel the faint hope I can barely find,
by dreaming a little dream.
A dream where she is real,
and not just an empty wish.

At night she comes,
whispering her melody in the silent shadows.
From a memory she smiles,
and all I can see are her unique eyes.
I hear her cry joins mine.
There we are together,
And that's enough.