Emerald
As I gaze into sleep, I no longer exist.
A story told in patterns of memory in a dream,
A kaleidoscope of blues, greens and endless sky.
The story of a face once known,
But never known enough.
Lush Gardenia and wild, mushroomed hills,
Memory of oceans, rivers, and humid love,
The weathered, wooden dock of a night fishing village,
Held us as we were bathed by the stars.
Brilliant constellations of Consciousness,
Revealing worlds within worlds.
Blue, green and endless sky,
Your soul has never left my own.
