Meet Me There

Poem About Weeds

Say goodnight to waking life
and meet me in the place between awake and dreaming.

I’ll wear the skirt
that twirls like a tornado
as we spin tall tales
and dance our way to madness.

We’ll plunge down the rabbit hole,
whispering sweet melodies
that drown me in a blessed rapture.

No longer caring where one song ends
and another begins –
free from time and space.

Alone in the world,
just you and I.
Please;
let’s never leave.

Dream of me as I dream of you
in the place between awake and dreaming.

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