i'm not dreaming

she said that she could come and go whenever she wished

*

she said that she might be standing behind me for hours

and I wouldn’t even realise she was there

*

she said she never appeared when others were nearby

because she preferred to have me to herself

*

I remember that she smelled of polyurethane and crayons

and that her movements caused the back of my neck to tingle

*

she said that she could manipulate gravity to bend areas and perimeters

and then balance an hour in the palm of her hand

*

she told me many things,

when we were together

*

she said that in the air around me

there are a vast number of signals and frequencies

travelling the electromagnetic spectrum,

bathing my cells

with a continuous mist of megahertz

*

she said that there is

a daylight shining in through the curtains

and a heat rising from the desert floor

and a snow falling in the dead of night

making a music only red giants can hear

*

she said that she knows who the person is

pressed beneath my skin

and that she can commune with them

via the electrons

whirling deep down inside of my intuition

and by way of the zephyr

just before it rains

*

she said that I could trust the sound of her voice

even though it is not audible

*

she said that I could close my eyes

and come with her

to those places lost amid my remembrance

*

she told me that inside my dreams

there is a large grey house

with high ceilings and spacious rooms

she says a piano can be heard playing from the second floor

and that the trees at the end of the garden

cast shadows of the deepest indigo

*

she said twenty-five

twenty-four

twenty-three

twenty-two

twenty-one

twenty

nineteen

eighteen

seventeen

sixteen

fifteen

fourteen

thirteen

twelve

eleven

ten

nine

eight

seven

six

five

four

three

two

one

zero…

*

she said that she is now speaking to

the innermost part of my perception

*

she said that we have arrived within the zone

where no one else can go

*

I see butterflies frozen in midair

and clouds being pulled retrograde

across an ultramarine sky

*

how can this be, I ask?

this is surely nothing more

than just a dream?

she tilted her head and said:

“I’m not dreaming”….