Bring Me A Dream

I looked into the face of my face
and said words in lined thoughts
A word with mySelf ensued
How do you speak to the essence of Life?

Unspoken love whispered as I waited
I heard the sound of a dream anew
The texture is smooth and then rough
I picked up the sense of contrast

When I self-inquire, it's the way I choose
Standing on a beach of white sands
Listening to the voice of soul in hushed tones;
"Bring me a dream".

I reach out and touch my face

©zari alexxanderr-caine 2018
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