I had a dream where
we stood on a meadow,
staring into the night sky,
forcing the stars to appear
in their full eternal glory.
As the stars slowly
began to reveal themselves,
splashes of orange and yellows,
blues and greens,
reds and pinks,
were orbiting around us.
The planets have come out
to dance their dance
and to sing their songs.
We looked up,
and there was a sense of
total completion.
You reached into my mouth
and pulled out a planet
created purely by being pressed
and pressed by the heat of my organs.
You pulled it out
and threw it to the sky.

"I lost myself that day. . ." I thought.
I woke up.