The Dream

Come with me
I am
taking you
for a ride
through
twists
and turns
of truths
half hidden
waiting to be
dislodged
and discovered
the road
winds,
wild
with underbrush
I laugh,
you place a flower
in my unruly hair
blinded
in parts
the path
is obscure
and
dark
I drag you
along
tripping
over your
pessimism
we stumble
and land
in a heap
laughing
at the absurdity
of it all
gathering
renewed strength
we
tiptoe
together holding hands
then
burst into a full sprint
the path
ends…
a deep pool
of still water
invites us in-
we enter her soul
and
drown...