In misted dreams
she came to me.
Answering my call.
She spoke of better days,
held me in her arms,
took me into her heart,
led me down a road
to a shaded tree
In a small town. A little place beside the sea.
To a calm before the storm.
She said,
"Look, the weather will get bad,
but in the distance the rains
will cease to fall."
I stood, understanding it all.
As she held me in her hands,
whispered love into the sand.
Said that it would flow with me eternally
like a river or a sea, A trickle that I can feel
or a flood, when grounding is what I need.
In dreams she spoke.
Her voice
a chorus of angels.
Her eyes shining
diamond light
in the deep pupils of night.
In her words I was twirling,
falling deeper
into the storied love unfurling.
I look around
at the place we always meet.
A lush vibrant forest clearing,
A green silent retreat,
with dripping dewy grass beneath our feet
and I think, nature is her calling.
In dreams she made me feel.
My heart grew big, my soul
was reconnected.
I was one with her,
across the lands,
across seas,
through galaxies.
As far as the universe spans.
We are always tethered,
two ends of a rope,
bound together
no matter how far apart,
she to my dreams,
me to her endless love,
With her words still singing to me
I woke up, a little younger at heart.
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