House's Dream: A poem from House's POV
HOUSE'S DREAM
In my dreams she comes to me
bringing me sweet serenity;
awakening my mind bringing it to life,
when the day's pain cuts through me like a knife.
This web I weave within my mind,
leads me to places better left behind.
But then she appears to come and save me,
guiding me to places where I can be free.
When I enter into this tunnel
spiraling like a tornado funnel,
I am lost without direction
then she comes with sweet affection.
Always present to keep me warm,
through life's violent never ending storm.
My dreams are where I find my peace,
as she is there setting my mind at ease
in beauty and in exotic fantasy.
I reach for her in ecstasy
I want her badly...does she hear my plea?
Then she turns away from me.
Slowly her vision begins to fade,
as leaving her in my subconscious is the price I've paid
for not making my dream a reality.
The alarm goes off...as I lie there wishing with her solidarity
thanking my dreams for my Cuddy.