dreaming

believing
it seems to me
is the root of all knowing
for what i have found
is worth far more than all i have lost
what once i took for granted
i now embrace each day
like a breath of frigid air
on a morning laced with ice
you magnetize me into
delight so deep and dark
you are swirling, yes
with all the light of things unknown
all of you which
i have pulled from dreaming
to become the reality beneath
the heavy lids that open to wonder
enchantment; surely you know
for your spell is as natural
as the garden which flourishes
in your heart planting sunlight
and bittersweet promises
too much for a wanderer to hold
yet he stops and he stares
as do i, for the day
breaks as surely as you
never, far more than this
your edge to fit with mine.

I close my eyes and rest the pain throbbing, pounding.
Nothing else is quite as sweet as slipping away in between old sheets and blankets...
I open my eyes again to soaring whales of blue in skies of green.
He's waiting there again, and he smiles seduction
And speaks beautiful melancholy until I follow him.
I try my best to ignore the cheap two cent words-

I'm sitting in my room.
I've just found out that I have great superpowers.
The ground shakes beneath me as I think of how odd it feels.
Suddenly I remember that my superpowers are to think and I can do anything I choose.
I want to fly.