Beautiful Dream

I wait outside her domain
like a dog in heat,
I listen to her voice
pounding within,
like ocean waves
on a dark angry night,
she holds me in arms
of shifting winds;

without shape or form.

Like a carefully guarded secret
she hides quietly within;
flowing like an underground river,
dancing like a butterfly on the wind;

mesmerizing and energizing,
a gentle whisper,
a bright white light,
fresh and clear,
like a star twinkling in the night;

my last pure thought,
my only reprieve,
when everything else has been
shattered or destroyed,
exposed and denied,
she is my silent refuge;

my beautiful dream.
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