torn asunder from a blissful dream
sitting by the waterfall in astral realms
I was tangled in your warm embrace
where I yearned to stay until dawn’s harsh light
unsure why mind started odd quarrels at 4 am
can heart be certain of what it heard?
or is the mind creating stories again?
what odd lonesome days these are!
a spirit searching for her companion
and waking up alone from the dream.
(c) Amanda Wilson 2013