Into My Head (Dreams) - Poem by Leslie Alexis
To go into my head,
I must tread the familiar part-
Along the journey,
I encounter a house of mirrors.
In the middle, lays my image of you.
In the mirrors,
Are my memories of you:
Some tall, others fat
Some short, others slender;
Some drop-dead gorgeous and the rest hideous.
Through it all, I know they are transient and unreal
Through it all,
I return to the middle -
To my perfect image of you.
Then I move on.
Next on the journey,
I encounter a beautiful meadow.
In it there are orchids,
And roses (I picked one to put in your hair) .
My image of you became the mist -
The purity of which is the life of the meadow:
This meadow is my happy place.
A petal fell in my part.
I saw a chariot ablaze -
Burning with a euphoric fire.
And with it, love's trills.
It stopped, allowing me to enter.
I greeted it's driver - Destiny.
She took me up, high into the sky.
We rode on the rainbow.
I looked down and saw the house of mirrors
And the beautiful meadow.
We rode on,
In the distance, I saw two huge gates
Shut against each other.
Destiny told me to close my eyes.
Continuing on, I heard a thunderous sound -
Fear shook from me.
We came to a stop, and I was told to open my eyes.
I was now awake.
And there she laid beside me,
Her arms on my chest,
Her breath in my breath.
Looking at her: I shed a tear,
Kissed her on the lips,
And went back to sleep.
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