The Waking Dreamer

The girl with the purple hair

Her soul cries to me

I know who she is

But not from where she came

Her soul sings to me

And draws me from the darkness

That cradles me so completely

It’s her song that

I wander to

Without hesitation

Without a second thought

Her soul burns with a deepening flame

Combating burning darkness

She alone ignites my soul

Capturing that which has been unobtainable

And I love her completely

Without any conditions

That might hinder our journey together

She takes all of me

Without a doubt or any judgement

She knows me and accepts

What can never been understood

Save by a soul that has endured

Hardships such as I’ve battled

Her form is young,

But eyes, ancient and she feels

A burning passion for my heart

Her love burns brighter

Than all others before her

And truly, all other, after

Completely, she has enchanted me

Her scent, her eyes, her touch, her voice

She has infected me with her compassion

And I love her all the more for her

She has little to give,

But everything that I need

And more than I could want.

She is the one I wish to dedicate

This life in which I am more than willing to give

If she will have it

She sets my soul ablaze

Her fiery passion

Her wild, unbridled compassion

She renders The Darkness

And brings me to a place of familiarity

Of a comfort that I thought died

So long ago.

Her touch, I remember

Her face is one I’ve seen

In distant, thought forgotten dreams

I know her

A vague memory of who she was

Her eyes are those of whom I’ve loved

Through countless centuries

Her flame reignites

The soul I felt lost

Her understanding and resonance

Balances with my own and anchors this heart

What force brought me to her

Spending lifetimes searching

She remembers in time

I know she’ll find

The memory that set her on a path to me

The resounding heartbeat

She never knew was hers

Draws me nearer

Keeps me here

Her courage strengthens my soul

Her strength makes me marvel

Her soul takes me home.

Her love brings home to us

Admiration, true devotion

Is what I have to give

She is the reason I’ve wandered

She is the reason I ever existed

These words are endless

And not quite what I expect

But when she remembers me