Phosphenes
My eyes are magical.
When I rub them you appear,
and stars surround me like fireflies.
I see a tapestry of the sky on your face,
with a golden sun and purple clouds.
In my dreamscape
I weave a bridge between us
with colorful threads,
and our worlds become celestial.
Copyright © Jackie Chou | Year Posted 2019
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