Even when I'm awake,
this celestial queen
glows through my dreams.
When my eyes are wide,
nowhere near tired,
I'm almost blinded
by the world outside,
the world she morphs
to suit her mood.
She soothes the moon,
settles the storms,
and the hurricanes blowing through.
She guides my hand,
taking me to places
of stunning insight. Sheer delight.
Inspiring madness,
and miracles for me to write.
She lives
like an adventurer,
exploring every exposed inch
of my mind palace.
She pierces the view
and finds the closed off truths
and never flinches, she merely
kisses me gently
soothing away my hurt.
She clamours
into my open windows.
Her glamour
is intoxicating,
when she rocks in
to my fantasies.
I fall quickly
to her knees.
She dodges
the vast canyons,
the empty spaces,
she leaps over burnt-out synapses,
across my sinuses
landing on thin strands of grey matter,
seemingly out of her reach.
She finds the love I store inside,
and she gulps it down,
knowing every bottle
is hidden for her.
The woman of my dreams
visited nightly, no matter
how near or far.
This cosmic beauty
waves through my thoughts
with ease,
a mirage
on a sandy beach,
an image
flowing in the breeze.
Blowing through the empty space
between my ears.
Landing upon my sheets,
beckoning me
to explore her mind,
find the wonders
she has hidden inside.
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