In dreams we see, we live a life otherwise sacrificed.
He sat in a chair writing in a journal, feet up and I awoke from the red velvet couch.
Walking to him needing to look over his gifted shoulder, he pulled me down onto his lap.
I straddled him peering into his inquisitive brown eyes. Kissing because I couldn’t keep myself from not.
He turned my head and spoke to me…not sweet nothings at all. His words were full of meaning, grace and structure.
“You are my brilliant little one, my girl that can conquer the world. You have more in you than you think…find it and set it free.” He ended his statement with a kiss to my tiny ear.
He hugged me with long, warm arms, I exhaled feeling unimpeded…feeling at peace.
She walked in handing me presents, kissing my forehead saying she missed me, clearly. “How can you talk?or walk?” I say crying…”I went to Boca, we did it, you and me.” Her smile was straight like the explosion in her brain hadn’t happened.
He came back to me in some divine intervention, grabbed my hand and we walked in a busy old building in whatever obscure city I imagined…it didn’t matter, my hand was in his. We spoke about politics, art, industrial waste, the right to be who a person is. I reveled in his words…his appreciation for life. He greeted people with authentic gratitude.
No matter no worries no judgment…so refreshing.
I could see his spirit, the joie de vivre that circled him…gold and violet.
Like all that is worthwhile it came to a loud blaring end. Until next time…
Was it the all mighty himself? My message was clear, I would keep my mind open and free and work to slowly change the world.