Vision and Invisible

It tugs on my sleeve again,
that vision of happiness.
Hope of satisfaction from a special one.
An end to lonelyness and dull uncertainty.

And indeed this dream might satisfy,
giving me restful nights, and days
(though unlikely)
yet at what price.

To lay down ones head a little too long
and loose, perhaps for years
that driving, nagging, itching, irritation.
The hidden knowledge that the real lover awaits
longing desperately for a shattering glance.

Closer than shadow, much closer.
Invisible and unconfirmed
yet undeniable.