She Waits In A Dream
She waits in a dream.
Stone clouds hang motionless, swallowing a star.
Millions of dull green blades dance to a false wind.
Dead flowers dot the horizon—
patches of absolute nothing.
How can a flower be void?
How can a sky be still?
Across the fields there is nothing.
A perfect array of lies.
Yet someone walks.
Her feet brush the grass, but it does not bend.
Her clothes refuse the wind.
Only her hair stirs.
Dark eyes, dark hair.
Pale skin, pale clothes.
She smiles, though I do not know her.
How can I miss someone I have never met?
Still, she smiles.
She waits in a dream.
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