last night I dreamt I was gentle falling,
when I hit the ground there was snow all around me
but you, brushed against me as a gentle warm breeze.
spinning beside me,
you covered my hand like a glove that was torn at the seams.
and held me close like a muse of an autumn tree,
that sees the sun the last time for 100 days.
Last night I dreamt I was lost in a starless night,
there was no light to be seen and dark all around me,
there you lit up as a candle, softly whipping flaming low.
you painted my face,
with a warm shade of grey.
even though it pained you to give it away, now I know
that I knew not a fake thing about you.
Last night I dreamt that we would meet in a timeless place & when I see you face to face…
I’ll tell you how you warmed my hands,
as they stretched strings you weaved through a muscle in my chest,
that you tugged at like a harp with your warm breeze.
I’ll tell you how made me callus in strength
and filled me to the brim with love.
I’ll tell you, it’s not because of your flame or your gentle embrace,
but how you were torn at the seams and still kept me warm, like a winter jacket.
love, you took me like a picture, away from all my woes,
to this dream where I dreamt I was gently falling.
