We've talked about the moon and sun,
The Mayans and Buddhists.
Death and life,
Water and ground-
All parallels in the world.
We've discussed ideas others have given us,
Dreams and revalations.
I bored you with Keats,
You drove me mad with politics,
I guess you could say we're even.
You scared me with news from our current government,
And I told you my goals as far as dreaming went.
Silly me, I promised to show you lucid dreaming.
We discussed rebirth,
Religion,
Recussitation.
Water and Moon-
And the genders of both.
The one thing we forgot we the inevitable-
"Oh, by the way,
I've become attached to you.
Be mine?"
The simplest thing in life, so easily forgot.

You wove my dreams with butterflies-
In the dream I knew I should not be having
Because evtually I'd awake to a reality that failed me
I awake where I do not remember leaving off-
Because the dream was so real-
But what is real?
"Real" is what the general population
Agrees COULD, logically, happen.
Gone are the monarchs,
Waving goodbye with their wings.