Truth of the Night

A dream, only a dream
that's what I've convinced myself to be true,
how other way would you be beside me
when you've said before that this type of devotion to me
was not something you knew.

But yet I know, I was indeed awake,
despite the fuzzy clouding in my brain
you really were beside me, holding me
it was not merely the delusions
of my heart gone insane.

Even know, if I still doubted my own memory,
my pillows shed light on reality
for your scent lingers upon them
telling me you really had to have been there
for this to actually be.

My heart woke with that content feeling
that's only brought about after being held by you
my skin remembers the warmth of yours
reassuring my mind yet again
that what happened was indeed true.

Oh how night lets dreams stay alive,
giving no regard to the light
and the harshness it can bring,
knowing full well that hope
is made from the truth of the night.