Away

Where do we go, when we go 'away''?

Night skies hold promises
spoken in ancient languages
that we have forgotten we once knew.
Dreams of visionaries play across forever,
where distant shores haunt our memories
in mythologies and fairy tales
told to remind us.

Remember.

I have been there...
where starlight paints pathways
on rippling rivers of peace.
Walk with me she said,
and I who never dreamed
of walking on water
held faith within me,
pointed perfect toes,
and danced across the wavelengths
to pluck primrose from the shore.

When I awaken,
I know soft petals shall be in my hair.