Your dreams speak to me
Like the whisper of the night
Soft, fragile yet extant,
With the authority of the dark.
They tell me your name
They scream your perfection
Mirroring my truth in yours
Emulating the strand that tethers us.
They hold my heart
In their haling palms
They paint it with your hues
Infusing your splendor
Into my spirited parts.
The night shimmers
Pushing my feigned pride aside
I am humble before the stars
They are my hope wrapped in eternity
Your dreams speak to me
Your memories, they gleam
Leaving a sparkle in my eyes
I am exalted, glorified
Blissfully content with these whispers of the night.
SIDHULOGY 