open my hands and nothing
I listen, to no avail
it's quiet here on the edge of the universe
surreal in fact as I peer beyond the next horizon
footsteps closer than before, ever closer
I am drenched in this mystical rainstorm
my umbrella flew and I stand
transfixed
as the shadow approaches
what to do,
arms on my shoulder as I am lifted
his coat, warm
comforting
we turn toward the portal
the hallway is vast,
is this an angel
or have I forgotten how to dream …
(1.25.08)
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