Subconscious On My Mind

She visits in my dreams, A place that I love to go, For when my body is sleeping; My subconscious starts to show. She is not the same as when I’m awake, She is fierce and unafraid; She watches over the pillows, Where my head is soundly laid. She has wings just like an Angel, Only hers are made of light; With brilliant rainbow hues, Enough to shine throughout the night. To me she looks much older, Maybe even wise; One look at me and I know, She can see right through my lies. For her and I are one, No hiding from the truth; She understands that I’m growing, Developing from my youth. She never passes judgment, For herself would be included; Her thoughts are always brilliant; And never convoluted. I’m referring to my soul; Aged throughout my lives. She gives my words their meanings; And my body is what she drives. Inspiring my movements, And wiping all of my tears; Her voice is mine but rings through, My head and out my ears. Perhaps it’s her who is writing this, Giving me the rhyme; My subconscious and my consciousness; Working together for all of time. Although most won’t understand this, That it is about a different part of me, Tonight under the full-moon; I’m setting my spirit free. Allowed to dance in the stars, And run across the sky; Only to return to our body, Suppressing her urge to fly.