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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.