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Oct 2014
Dreams stealing my reality Iā€™m unbeknownst
Sleeping,
she creeps into my realm of make-believe
Her hands interconnect with mine while the eager winds howl like coyotes
We look deeply into each pupil and she says,
Your soul is beautiful as the glowing seas at midnight
I could hold you until every star in the universe explodes
I would wait eternities to be with you
Iā€™d battle giants or travel stary oceans to hold you near
Just take my sorriest thoughts and let me forget
Make me sanguine, lost in time with you

She walks into a glimmering flower bed with the morning chorus ringing
Stepping barefoot on arching shining blue grass cushioned under her toes
The meadow scents whirling with the botanical humming of insects
She sees me once again
Sitting in the shadowy embrace of a tree
As the sun shining a million times brilliant, brings godly light to her path.
Her rhythm of voice comforts me
A soprano serenading making planet life dance with awe
Our eyes meet across the multicolored plane
I stand up
Cheering smiles heighten for miles
A clarity of something gorgeous
Flowing hair smothers touching faces
Butterfly kisses in the field of organic aura glowing
Sweeping you off your feet into plumes of clouds blanketing overhead
We lay into the germinating grasslands in imaginative solitude
Feeling the pulse of hearts and our blood rushing in love.

Night falls and celestial bodies are seen deeply engrained in the sky divinely painted
Voids peaking out from darkness frosted with elegant designs of ancient filaments
Supported by forceful invisible strings and elegant rivers of stars, blues yellows and reds
I hold her closer as the dream begins to fade into obscured fantasy

She waits in my subjective reality
my mind gently diminishes the pixels of her image
I caress her face cursing my admiration in the precursor of the ending chimera
A fixation which corralled seemly from nowhere coherent
I glared into her darken umber eyes grasping her pearly skin
As the reverie ends
I'm speaking her name as the crisp morning chorus chatters at my window
Eyes open
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