Just woke from a morning dream
that my lovely wife was home in her bed
who I hold in the highest esteem
and always try to make feel like a newlywed.
But it is as if she is now precariously on a tightrope
as I frantically and anxiously watch helplessly below.
If only my love and I were miraculously about to elope
instead of me feeling shipwrecked like Robinson Crusoe.
Soon I will be on the freeway in the rain
a route my wife and I many times did share
again with tears impossible to contain
fearing a dream turning into a nightmare.