Eyelids left dusted by darkness,
weighed down by the echoes of dreams in my head-
she’d been writing a poem while I was asleep:
I ask her to read it back to me,
but I open my eyes and she’s gone.
Aching muscles want to stay cosy,
the peace of my heart wrapped in that other world-
I stretch out the ache but it’s still out of reach:
I untangle myself from the clouds,
something she never has to do.
Sunshine means her turn to rest,
while I am left forced to adjust to the light-
cold feet touch the ground and I wipe away dust:
my body tells my mind to wake up,
but it seems to be trapped somewhere else.
I feel like I’m out of my body,
I breathe, and I move but I’m sure it’s not me-
I try to feel present, but my mind looks for her:
I find her in daydreams, and we become one,
as the world around me disappears.
Together we write scripts,
as we live in this world full of laughter and light-
here I live with a smile and my dreams can be real:
she reads me the poem she wrote
and I find that my heart feels at home.
All is light, living here in my head-
body awake, but mind peacefully dreaming-
pretending to live in a world I create:
I am her now, no longer me,
but I keep writing new stories.
Scripted Daydreams, BM- 07/08/18