Love Is Not Real

The lantern burns,
Hands float
In warm light.
Hearts bloat
In the sunshine
Of the night.
In a city of dreams
Our thoughts
Dressed as wild horses
Run free, run wild
In green pastures
Of a dreamland.
Fantasy meets reality
As tears rain down
Drenching our hopes,
Dressing us in truth
That love is not real,
But a figment of our
Over-imaginative hearts.