She walks in night,
under light of the stars.
In the world of my dreams,
she hands me my heart.
Speaks in verse.
never too obvious.
Her words pierce
miles. The distant universe
of imagination and cognition.
Through the duration of sleep
she is there with me.
Holding my hand.
As we cross this unknown land,
where the grass is blue,
the sky is green
and the eyes always see a new view.
I don't recognize her face.
Not someone I can place.
But I feel I've known her
a lifetime or two.
She is always there,
the girl with pixie cut hair
and she always smiles when I do.
In dreams I know I'll see her again,
red hair waving across her head.
Her eyes look so sweet,
They softly gaze
into the world to come.
The wonder and amazement
of this world we face.
She comforts
with her soft delicate hand,
placed so gently on top of mine.
We walk through the forest,
trees bigger than mountains.
Stars explode in the sky.
Cascading diamonds.
Spinning through the midnight blues,
pinks and purples,
the nightmarish reds of this rainbow stew.
Yellows and greens
peeking menacingly through
the golden glow,
of this world of dreams
we crossed into.
But nothing scares me much,
nothing terrifies this heart
because beside me walks the girl
with whom I’ve walked all of my life.
The mysterious one
that comes when the sun is gone.
Always listens to my words,
always talks when I'm lonely.
She knows when I'm wanting home
or when adventure is what I hunger.
In the swirling, shifting landscape
where steel buildings rise in the sky,
pointing to the ground below
and seas of rainbow serenity flow
bathing the spirit that floats slowly through.
I walk with her
and talk about the future.
The past.
all the lost moments fall apart
and I'm here in a timeless place.
Her eyes. my only escape.
So, through the void I climb
and I find myself. whole again.
The spell she casts to heal me.
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