the dream is an echo of your inner light -

the sounds you absorb;

the sights that wound your heart;

the touch of your skin against mine;

the taste of warmth on your tongue;

i gather these in darkness, and wander on.

the night is an anchor for your soul -

the moon, it lights your path;

the stars, something concrete to send your dreams;

the breeze, spilling carbon all over the universe, waiting for one mind to grasp, one heart to hold.

i welcome the wiles of my eternal surrender.