a writer's dream pt. 2.

you were a dream.

writing stories from your skin

with gold ink & purity.

my voice singing your pain to

sleep in the distance.

my eyes hidden beyond the hills.

my hands planted firmly beneath

your memory

so you always remember me.

you are a dream.

blooming between soil & sun.

you petal tranquillity. & blossom into a melody

that scents sweet serenity.

you are my dream.

travelling with me into

moments unseen.

carrying our minds

catching butterflies

on our way to see,

drift,

into the rest of our lives.