Her angelic face begins to fade, Radiates inner hate feeling betrayed, Being called ‘lame’ with my name, She’s sick of this useless game, Focuses on what could be made

Feels like a dream can

someone pinch me?

Or don’t, I like this scene

where you smile at me

Dance to this daydream

we can make as one

We remove dirt from

our eyes like vision in

the night as our dream

are no longer make-believe

…we pass

love notes away from his place,

He wrote down my name with ink I

thought would never drip as rain

pours on my fingertip,

Light shines as wooden

branches parts the way,

Butterflies flutter by as

God’s feather wipes my

glassy eyes and untangle

my vines