Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Speaking Of Dreams - Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Take me to the water,
tie bright ribbons in my hair and lead on the wind and watch me while I dance for you.
Take me to a place so holy,
so I can offer you
and you can offer yours.
Carry me to a rain forest,
tell me that you've always known that I am the queen of the sun and the daughter of the moon.
if you feel as I do, then the lines between reality and painted dreams will fade.
and speaking of dreams,
I couldn't have dreamed you up... not the way you burst into my love, rattled my cage and woke my sleeping
deep and dark.
I am at ease
in your mind
in your heart
wanting your sweet attention.
I will be your answer.
I will be your solitude.
come to me.
lay down your heart in my paradise.
choose not to fight.
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