…dreams coming alive.
like the smell of dampen soil from first showers,
like the opening of fireworks through the night sky,
like kissing the warm sun after a bitterly cold winter.
One realised dream sowing the seed for another.
An untold one.
Slightly bigger, slightly bolder.
fingers entwined, leading him into the mist,
making love with the unfamiliar,
Sieving queer fractals and crafting the shadow.
One realised dream sowing the seed of another.
It was never a dream,
That felt real and This is a dream.