I had a dream the other night.

A girl’s face flashed in my head. She would smile

Like an overdue homecoming. My guilt

Creeped into the back of my mind with rain

Filling up reality. Then the girl

Looked my way. Smiling once again. I turn curious.

This is suppose to make me angry, yet I’m curious

About how this girl turns my day into night.

I’m familiar with this girl.

I think I know her. Inside my head I know her smile

Can bring warmth on a day of rain.

I still feel guilt.

Why is she filling my dreams with this guilt?

How can this feeling still be here? I remain curious,

What is the point of a sunny smile when the rain

Just keeps coming down? When will the night

Go away once and for all? Why do I smile

When she smiles? I remain there with the girl.

She’s beautiful when she smiles. This girl

Has the ability to bring me bliss through guilt.

She has done me wrong, yet still has a smile

To give. What is true? Reality becomes curious

To sinful happiness that shines through the night.

Run, run, far from truth. There’s still rain.

I’m falling, yet I feel caught. The rain

Is disappearing now beyond the girl

And her teeth. Perfect. I hide with the night

Just around the corner of my guilt.

I’m more anxious than curious

About the haunting picture of her smile.

Living with these figures, I now can smile

Knowing, the truth may be strong as the rain

Continues to fall. I may be curious,

But these unanswered truths this girl

Possesses have grace. Let the guilt

Crash down into overwhelming fall of night.