A Recent Dream

Sick.
It was sick.
How I didn't know
Didn't realize

The ring
was perfect.
Just as I imagined
(since it was my imagination)
Gladdah embellished
Emerald, gold, diamonds

Yet
Once in my hand
I realized
It was sick.
I hadn't chose
How did I get here?
Why didn't She care?

I told Him
Fear bubbling up
Like it always had
Astounded
That I could say
All I wanted to
Terrified
Of what he would do

Before the eruption
I leapt out
Onto the street
Where he was
Little he
My savior

A savior
Of a different sort
Dressed as a boy
His ginger hair
My hand
he took
The ring
was gone
We walked
We talked
He would always be there.



What are our dreams trying to tell us? It really perturbs me some mornings.