“Tell me it is rubbish, give me your true thoughts”
My flesh breaks loose in goose bumps,
For it is my wisdom she has sought"

Avidly, her poems I read,
My perception was, Angelic!
She gets into my head,
And makes my mind go psychedelic

Gathering my thoughts, I opine,

“Then rubbish it is I proclaim,
If that is what you desire”
“But in reality, your words warm my soul,
And lift my spirits higher”

“I long to be the man you met,
Who stole your breathe with his words”
“In my dreams, this wish will be,
No need to be discouraged”

“I will be there to guard your door,
Dreaming is absence of pain”
“Turn your head up to feel my essence,
Should you find yourself lost in the rain”

“I’ll be the boy with curious eyes,
And shades of amber hair”
“Visiting you in your slumber,
Promise me you’ll be there”

Promise me she did, I still recall her response

“Dreams I live inside this box
Shake me, Open me, Do my eyes not Flutter?
Slumber, meet me there
Let me not wake”

Her words rang so true,
As if they were written in Dylan’s soul
Her beauty only matched,
By the elegance her words behold

Excitedly I proclaim:

“Then tonight it is, in our dreams we meet”
“Where the wandering streams flow beneath our feet,
Clouds no longer out of reach,
Our clothes slosh around on some sandy beach,
Innocent and free, reminiscent of our youth
We soar to heights which alone cannot reached
What once was false has shifted to truth,
Impossible turns conceivable when I’m with you,
I await your presence, under the celestial sky so blue”

Until then, simply thoughts of you