Dreams

Sometimes when I awake at night,
I hear you breathing at my side.
Watching all my dreams pass by,
seem so real, I wonder why?
Are they just a nature's mood?
Bring they something back for good?
Make you smile or get a fright,
sometimes sweat like in a fight.
Want them to stop or carry on,
but at least to come along.
To lead me through the loneliness,
what I dreamt I won't confess.