Stolen like fevered
dreams, waking our mortal
hearts. Gasping air
in gulps as though
we've never known
how. Gazing upon
our sleeping souls
it listens. This
late night is walking
on still winds to
speak with me. It
has words of which
it wants me to hear.
My dreams come in
collisions. My heart
wakes me. So filled,
so saturated. Crawling
deep ageless wisdom is
shining. Within your
forever embrace of
light reflecting, my
eyes can see.
