void on title,not descriptive enough

last night in my dream..

you came over to make me realise..

what seperates the reality from dreams..

you were embodied in the air..

and bodyless still..

you were the light in my room..

you were the air around me..

you were the dark behind..

you were the cold i felt..

you were the warmth i needed..

you were it all..

yet you were nothing at all..

and you asked me what i was writing..

and even though i dont know..

whether i could ever satisfy the 'what'..

but i do know..

even after years..generations..or maybe a lifetime..when you'd come back in my dream..

i'd still be writing about you.