Brown eyes,
the caster of my dreams
I've seen you before,
in the space between dreams and memories.
A distant face in the crowd of passerby
too beautiful to forget,
not enough time to remember.
Have we met?
Loved?
Touched?
Tell me in words my thoughts I cannot pronounce.
Weave the web of dreams that we can
line in
love in
BE in
The beauty of your soul is but a reflection of my own.
Where are you now my love,
my caster of dreams
The divines have intertwined our lives,
our universe
We are ONE.
Are you near my love,
have you entered this plain of being,
or are you still trapped within the in-between?
Who was I in the dreams on the dream maker.
What was my impact,
my divine.