I dreamt of you
last night.
I held you tight
as a dark tide
engulfed the land,
cursing man to hunt man,
raising hands to bring down
whoever they can.
I dreamt and you were struck.
Knocked down into the mud,
stuck,
I picked you up, and held on
whilst your tears touched
the muck and soil.
I realised
in that moment.
That blinked instance.
That our hearts
were forever tied,
like some invisible hands
had pulled the strings
and bound them tight.
I never want to
ever see you hurt
or down,
crying as your light is dulled.
I will shine a spotlight
upon your smile,
like the moon touching
the ground,
and we can raise a cheer, to toast
every happy tear that it brings.
I dreamt of you and it was
like my heart was yours
and yours was beating for mine.
The sound waves rippled over the lands
like a pebble dropped in a lake.
Every single moment - I breathed it in.
Every movement I watched in a double take,
swearing to capture it
in my writing every single day.
I pictured clouds amassing,
but I saw you flying through,
dispersing every darkened thought
like they were mere mirages
in a desert haze,
and still the waves of your heart raised
the rhythm of mine
until they were flying tandem
in a sky filled with silver lines.
I dreamt of you,
and I knew
in that split chasm of infinity
that you and I were
always meant to be
walking this pathway
in this fragment of future history,
like a figment of some fairytale
that has yet to be written.
And I still see the pigment
of your cheeks,
the blush as I held you,
and the look in your eyes
as you looked into mine
saying it was always true,
that you knew
the moment you met me,
the way I knew
the moment our paths
entwined in a memory,
that our pages were linked in
indelible ink and our stories
would line up until the books
sit collecting dust on a shelf in a library,
many years away in a sunburst sky.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
