Push the Snooze button

Sometimes, I have dreams.  Sweet dreams.  Dreams so sweet that I don't want to wake up and smell the coffee.  In my dreams, I am in love and he is everything that God showed me he would be.  He is accomplished, proven and stable.  He is truly a great man in his greatness.   I awake and plunge into a sea of familial failures who have nothing to show for their lives but a bunch of abandoned children and good women who did not deserve what they got.  This is the gold at the end of the rainbow?  I'd rather stay asleep and dream.  I know that sounds funny, but hopelessness sets in when I look out the window and see most of the available black men unavailable.  I can't drift into hopelessness.  If the only way I can keep hope from being deferred is to dream, then I will dream.