You're a dreamer. Lids like lamp lights. Flickering on and off. Lofty ideas lifting lids heavy when you would sometimes rather dream the day away. Cheeks like pillows balanced by a moon crest smile. Whispers of hair woven at the peak of you to keep your thoughts warm. Body waxing and waning, rising and falling, ever expanding like the dreams you are dreaming. Dream Visions vividly painted. Etched in the lines in the palm of your hand. Where your hand meets with mine.