Dreams

 
What was it?
I still wonder..
Was it magic?

Sheer magic.
She asked me to close my eyes
I did it.

Then the journey began
to the lands
where ecstacy rejoiced.

The sounds of birds
the screeching fan
all diminished into silence

I was left
alone
to dream

the canvas seemed
blank.
Huge.

I had the power
to animate it.
Enliven it.

I heard the voices,

I always wanted to hear.
-Long lost

I heard the words
which always
meant so much.

I saw a stage
where I always wanted
to be.

Be
there.
Winning it all.

She made me paint
my dream
and I am in love with it.