While we dream

Someone out there is weaving a quilt to hide under, become the protector you thought was right. And some else is trying to get out of imprisoning their mind, that they will never be more. Somewhere a heart breaks, and healed over time. Words are said and never meant no matter how much the one

Loving, living, loving

I’ve fallen in love with the one I’ve spent days admiring and nights dreaming about. He visited late night and let me into his world. I could have been dreaming but it was so real. His hands touched me and healed these broken beart wounds. Just like I thought he would. He sang me songs

waking sleep

She told me about her dreams. That in them, she prayed and never knew it. She felt at peace even with a broken heart, the pieces, like tectonic plates, moved to each other. But she was never the same. Even when Prince Charming came, he was nothing like the one in the fairy tales. He

i found my romeo

Not William’s, no, mine. Last night when I took a walk around my neighborhood.  We spoke about literature and music and all the while his voice was all I listened to. It sang new beginnings to me. Gently sinking into thought. So our conversations inspired something from the past to happen. Something like talking about