Waking Dreams


Not long ago
I met you
way out in a field
in flowers of faith,
and belief.

They were colored
in shades of grace,
love and hope.

We sat on a giant
next to a waterfall
and your hand
grabbed mine
to touch
the very essence
of us.

Looking into your eyes
I witnessed all the beauty
you see
in what inside
I neglect
to see of myself.

We left the forest
of wishes
and memories
to the place
of waking dreams
without you
but a handful of
perceptions left
from my travels…

I am lovely because of you.


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