For my sis

The world inside of me Is huge. There are trees with twisted, open branches, Like a thousand mom's, Reaching for a hug. There is music, and art, and A tsunami of words, Sent down stream, To be plucked and absorbed Like the most fulfilling Breath of air. The world inside of me Is huge. There is a tender heart, And a healing soul That wishes he could Raise the dead. There is also a secret place Where a million dreams come to rest. (A dream never fully dies...) These dreams spin around Our conscience Like the earth, Spinning on its axis, Rotating around the sun. We rotate and Gravitate towards Each other too. Like the thousand prayers That are grafted from Person to person. All of them have a purpose. But somehow it means more When I can pray For my sis.