What if we step outside this dream
and not return where we came from,
those ashen images that blur at dawn.
- Look, time has not touched you -
your hair still drapes in waves of indigo silk
and your eyes are still the shade of ancient woods.
You ask me to lay in your bed, to love you
in the room with the red walls again.
And me…restored to the body
of Apollo, the archer god,
the gold sun that woke you every morning
and kissed your bare feet.
Let's walk outside this dream before we vanish.
Don't be afraid, we will not fall.
There are no rules, no gravity in dreams
DQ 9/25/08
