My Sunshine
Like a recurring dream. A good one. Where your smiling face and the strength in your stubborn mind are colliding in my conscious. A man can wake up satisfied.
Imagine a woman so promising and who touches you so deep in the embers of your soul that you wake up in the darkness of night… Your skin is warm. Even in the chills of winter. You’d swear the sun is what’s crisping your skin while you slept, but it’s her memory. Where is she? Inconceivable moments of another world.
Time doesn’t fade things you have yet to dream. Tomorrow’s fresh dream that can’t be touched by misfortune and woes of today. She’s hidden, protected, from the ugly events of this world. Tucked away softly until she surfaces again. Along a seashore or smiling, swaying, in a swing on a wrap-around porch. An old house or a bright morning… She never stops making a sleeping heart race. Yearningly yawning.
A door opens. A message. A voice. A shot of adrenaline straight to the heart. Spirits come to life. Hers. Your own. Awoken and now a walking dream. Softer than those sheets. Her warm touch delivering the goosebumps. Defying gravity, you’re soaring inside. Weightless and grounded. Inspired to build something.
Fresh ideas from an old soul. A connection you’ve sought all your life. Something electric that synchronizes your heart to the beat of hope. An old muscle in an aging body rarely fixed with medical miracles. She is that unique stimulation. Setting the pace. Giving new life and freedom. Confidence in a conscious world. Only felt in the dreams before she came to life.
Reincarnation by soulmate…
