come meet me
in dreams, tinged in orange hues
like the ones in movies
where they walk in between trees
talk for hours, holding hands

tell me your troubles
i know the stones you keep in
your head, your chest
i have a better idea for them
let’s run to the lake

you’ll have one, i’ll have the other
watch them skip, circles on the surface
before sinking, forgotten
do not worry, we will be bathed
in golden daylight when we wake