In the midst of a space-dust fantasy

 

Do you dream of sparkling seas,

glittering pink in rippled memories of blue?

Do you walk in swaying hayfields of your truth,

dancing in a beautiful melody that breathes

through the magenta sighs of fading sunlight?

Do you shine your light on all that you do,

becoming the orange-hued sunset

on a canvas of purple twilight?

 

And if I was to walk your dreams with you,

would it feel like a joyride into

another life? A journal of love held high,

 

Or would it be a nightmare descent

full of terrifying scares? A fairground

rollercoaster crashing into a death trip dive.

Would you know that I am there

to hold you tight, whilst you put on

the finest air display for wanderlust eyes?

 

And in the midst of a space-dust fantasy,

do you think of me at all? Or am I just a face

appearing in the background haze?

As you clamber through the glassy maze

of a world where the fluid streets

shift with your gaze, rippling as they

circuit like a butterfly stippled in blue,

floating around a flower. A blossom

blooming brighter than the sun and moon.

 

Or does it all eclipse the view?

 

Plunging you into darkness,

where the light inside of you is flickering,

unable to break through the gloom.

 

Do you dream upside down, seeing

wonders that would turn the world neon?

Do you dream in song?

Do you become what you have always

longed to be, or does the light fall too soon,

saturated and broken into fragmental dreams?

 

And if I appeared, to hold out a hand,

lifting you higher, would you glide with me

through spectacular skies?

Would your light shine twice as bright?

Illuminating the world with new insight,

to see once more the beauty

and magic you store inside.

 

For I know in my dreams

when the darkness comes

and the fog consumes every sunset,

when the monsters emerge, upset,

from the cracks in the paving stones,

when the slime seeps into the streets,

and the light flickers - A strobing nightmare

scream, and I see the creatures…

Creep closer. To. Me.

 

I know that you lift my heart higher,

so that I can shower the world with light.

 

Do you dream in union, a parallel

communion, a communication across

aeons, a starlight sing-song, held beside

a campfire under a bright full moon?

Or do you wander alone,

thinking of a moment where

tender hands held on and the world

stopped mid-spin.

 

Well don't be scared, don’t let the fears bite,

for in this world, I can always shine my light,

as our cosmic connection allows us

to breathe in sync, and stays stronger

than any dream into which we sink.