I Dream Of You
I know you exist.
I promise, I’m NOT crazy.
I have dreamed of you every night.
Your beautiful spirit.
Your immaculate body.
You my dear are flawless.
Yet every morning when I awake
you are no where in sight,
and I am back to “reality.”
As the day drags on
self-doubt creeps in.
Is this the day we will finally meet?
Am I pretty enough?
Make-up on point?
Hair is just right?
Am I skinny enough?
Have I hidden all my scars?
Have I perfected this illusion
so I can finally meet the person of my dreams?
Day in and day out
I find myself saying
“I am not enough.”
Only when I dream of you
do I feel complete.
I feel as if I have found
honest love.
One day I will awake
and have the courage
to look into that mirror
and see the woman of my dreams.
Flawless.
One day I will see the reflection
that stares back at me–
tousled hair,
smeared make-up from the night before,
frumpy pajamas,
and I will say,
without a quiver in my voice,
“I love you.”
And when that day comes
I will wholeheartedly believe
“I am enough.”
“One thing we share is worshipping the image of a person we never knew.” “George Washington” by Adam Fitzgerald
From The Na`au of A Mermaid 
“Have I hidden all my scars?” beautiful.
ahh, and the notion of being the woman of your own dreams. golden.
the feelings you have captured are I think so universal to women. and men?
Ah THANKS BUDDY! It’s so funny how things work out. The poem really took it’s own course. I had no intention in writing this poem the way it came out, but I followed my na`au 🙂 and so happy I did
YES! follow that Naʻau! gems will emerge