Dreams crack against the harsh reality
That you could be woven from all their mysteries,
A tangible piece to the incomplete- me;
Expand the horizon and let my nomad mind see
Her eyes on the screen, playing open heart surgery
Wipe it off against my sleeve, let it bleed, and repeat.
I’m unsheathed, by your gentle personality;
Frightening vulnerability yet through my veins runs Bravery,
Towards falls and leaps, like counted sheep
Or my chest when you speak as I inch to sleep.
I know, I’m weak and tend to cling
With suffocating, cellophane tendencies
But, a person like you causes static electricity
And I’m drawn to your spark like a pupil is to beauty,
How a dream seeks a mind, how you sought mine.
A person like you is just inclined
To open a soul’s window blinds.

-SLuR