Walking with Johanna

You were there again last night. Do you remember? We walked along a sandy beach and talked about a world where nothing was real. Where we could do anything be anyone.

You told me, I can go anywhere. That I had something that you'd never seen in anyone else, hiding in the gray hint of my eyes. And about wanting to be there
with me anywhere I might go. Standing side-by-side, never looking back down the path we came, but rather out towards the future. Slowly stepping out into our world, weaving through life accepting what is right and changing what is wrong. Staring down a road of drull mystery. All the answers to all the questions resting just beneath the surface, waiting for us to uncover them. To speak truly of the world and everything around us.

You told me, I move like fate. Dancing wildly under a sky of jewels, with no concern for tomorrow. Flooding across varying landscapes; crossing mountains and climbing oceans just to touch the one person everyone thought was lost. Enchanting the lives of others, always leaving them questioning what demands answers - hinting to the meaning behind it all.

You told me, I have the ability to change the world. Showing everyone what they overlook everyday. The single drop of oil casting a rainbow while floating solemnly in a pool of rain. An old man resting quietly on a sidewalk, not because he wants to be there but because he has no place else to go. The puzzling look in a mothers eye when a strangers glance calms her child’s tantrum. Accentuating the sounds of life pouring into the world from everything that is real.

You told me, that you loved me...

The sun began to set on the eastern horizon. A fiery display in the skies, as if the gods performing solely for our benefit. The clouds towering up into the stars and then crashing down to earth in a whirlwind. The color in the sky dragging itself further along the horizon. Red rolling with orange and purple, showing us the truth in humanity. Calming down into a fine line as the sun finally slips out of light. I looked over to your soft silhouette, your eyes lit up like torches guiding me deeper into the center of the sun. A warmness surrounds, envelopes, begins to deteriorate who I am. Casting off all that is present and past, leaving me to wallow in the future. Slowly tears begin cascading cautiously down my face. Face bleak, you asked me why I was crying.

All I could say was,
"I'm only dreaming."