Girl of my Dreams

I found the girl of my dreams.

I think I already knew that I was asleep.

The lucidity helped me to perceive that this wasn’t about beauty or truthfully any measure of human connectivity.

It was simply meant to be.

Her family didn’t like me.

Sisters, mother, cousins.

They sought to separate us.

Those bitches sent us running.

We’d thought that we’d escaped in a hammock by the sea.

Where we spoke of salty yesterday and life is but a dreams.

Her family caught up with us, and so we swam away.

Ashore here mother waited with a pistol patiently aimed.

I hesitated left, and I hesitated right, I fell left without much fight.

She shot me through my hand and neck.

I felt a mosquito’s bite.

I laid and watched the clouds, certain I’d awaken soon.

Holding onto Lucidity, I’d lost control for you.

Dream girl, if you are reading this from the other side of a cloud.

I’ll be shot a thousand times and lie in the blood which I drown.

If it means the last thing that I sense is your hand reaching out.