Maya Hanson (mye3)


Dream Giver


I'll move with the wind
flying colors, past the peak
of the mountain you stare at
every morning

I'll keep a picture of the sun
just so I don't forget, it's
easy to lose
something so bright, so real, so
close to my heart

And I'll become
The sky
I'll see you when it's dawn
When you wake it will be
A new day
Another chance

I'll stay for as long as it takes
to change the ice
back into snow
to unmelt your heart
from what it once was

Keeping all of that locked up inside...
it can't be as freeing as
a sunrise, where I dance
and you watch me
every morning

And I'll become
The sky
I'll see you when it's dawn
When you wake it will be
A new day
Another chance

A running start
you attempt to leap into my
sunrise
I feel you leap, but it's
just a hallucination
The real one is to come
I'll guide you tomorrow

And I'll become
The sky
I'll see you when it's dawn
When you wake it will be
A new day
Another chance

The past, you know
it's hard to forget
I felt your pain last night,
I felt your fear, your giddiness
as you slept, you dreamed

I felt your pain last night
I'm part of you, inside you, I am you
I'll feel it once more
as a dream giver

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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