I am the dream


I am the dream you plucked out of your hair

the spark sitting in the corner of your eye

the electricity racing through your fingers

Steady your hand and shape me.

I am the stardust in your chest

the quiet urgency at first morning light

the spring in winter of all the work you have left to do

I am waiting for you to

take me THERE.

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