Your dreams imbued, I open like a flower

you sewed on my princess gown.

I am your creation realized.

I’m sorry I led you into this trap.

I’m sorry I created this beautiful alluring thing to behold…

how could you resist?

You already know how the story goes:

you grow, you unfold, you die, you turn into gold,

To love with you, loving with me

That’s all the gold I’ll ever need

Free, unannounced, and smooth.

A love bound by no bounds.

A love free,

a love found.

I am Mother Mary to the lost parts of myself.

No more pressure or weight

in my mind without you around.

Together, apart.

I am resting here in the heart.

Until the next world I enter

allows me to forget this last.

I remember.

I remember.

It’s a game we’ve been set under.

If I could know what you feel.

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be…

I am the will that writes the future into existence.

Just breathe, you say.

Slow down

—okay.

What a fantasy. What a dream,

a concept drawn via bibliomancy.

She is, like we are

One light

One lifetime of ferocious birth

Be here, not there,

not somewhere near, be here.

Find other worlds to see inner worlds,

for there are many above, below and

beside me.

Without thought.

Not knowing;

open

for interpretation.