My dream had a voice, a body, a third eye
a seamless idea of how the world was suppose to work, but didn’t.
See, my dream was a visionary
Took day trips to the mountains for Karmic meditations
un-distorted her harmonic balances during morning shower
Her destiny:
A patchwork path laid out at her feet. I mismatched my footsteps
to her rain-filled footprints.
Always in need of a home, I sleep naked in her entranceway. She leaves candles
burning to guide me to morning
and I follow half waking to the cover of night.
A wish. My dream. Fulfilled.
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