Last night i had a dream,
you were there.
we were flying
so high, we could see the earth starting to bend into itself
The sun was chasing the dark side of the moon,
Like a dog would its own tale
in and out of clouds we peered at the earth.
pieces of land seemed like patterns quilted together from many of grandmother’s old dresses.
The peaks of mountains glistened with the brilliance of diamonds
we didn’t talk
it didn’t seem necessary.
We could have been moving fast, but in my mind we appeared to be going in a slow motion
the sound of a calm breeze flowed in and around the hollow of our bodies
as the wind would, a forest of trees.
The air felt like a mixture of water and silk.
we moved as fluid.
you were in a night dress made of a thin cotton
It was the softest of blues, almost white.
its something your mother would have put you to bed in as lil girl
The resistance of flying was constantly persuading the the dress to show me different silhouettes of your bodies figure.
Your hair was to your lower back
it sat upon you like a crown
you had the countenance of queen
My view was above us both
Our bodies were close
Our hands fell in and out of each others.
It seemed like a ritual that we had performed many times before
Out of my body, but still in my mind.
I watched us fly.
I know it was probably only seconds,
but it seemed like a month of tipsy Sundays.
We were like children,
believing that every idea had boundless possibilities, and resolve.
I never saw your face,
I never saw mine
your hair, your hands, and feet
is all i could see.
But it was you
and it was me.
We were together,
it felt like a dream inside of a dream, the smiles inside of a sunbeam
the cup of the dream lays broken on a stained memory
I woke up engulfed in your inextinguishable presence.
