In my dream you were a savior,
who conquered the world with words
and sought a painters sky
that didn't belong to envious stars.
In my dream you were the light,
who checked both shoes before stepping in
and smiled fearlessly
at the monsters who dared to fall within.
In my dream you were a musician,
who gave bats gypsy bells
that lulled the moon asleep
and birds sonnets to
keep the sun awake.
In my dream you were the ocean,
whose waves roared in an hourglass
and tilted gems on
melted sheets of sand.
In my dream you were the wind,
who curled itself around me
and whispered stories
beyond the company of grass.
In my dream this was you
who used to check both shoes
(before stepping in).
Older poem about the change in people.
