Broken glass

I dreamt of broken glass

A paper thin cut

And a bleeding heart

It pains to endure

An imaginary wound

I stay sound asleep

But the torment is real

I sense a kiss 

On my cheek

Am I dreaming 

Or is this really happening

I cannot tell 

The difference

Whether
My eyes are kept shut

Or I am here to wake up

I squeeze my soul

Then, I am sure

I am dreaming 

Reality

And I am realizing 

This exquisite dream

Everything is quiet

My heart is playing

Music

 For once

I am synchronized

A rarity I highly prize

Your soft kiss

On my cheek

Suddenly a potential

Of gluing back 

This broken piece.