words of utopia

Make me 
a child again
just for tonight

Where imagination
becomes an
anticipation
of an 
unlimitedness
sky
where we 
soar into
a frontier
that we 
call our
own

Make me your
Knight 
In the diary
of your dreams
where
mystic dragons
are slayed
while capturing
the wishes
that have been 
kept under lock
and key
 
Our candle
burns from 
the middle
rather than 
both ends
a gypsy revelation
that shows
our souls
are not
meant to 
be in this
dimension

the page was
left unturned 
with no bookmark
present
just a crevice 
to signify 
intention

I await for
you
at the pasture
where hidden
shame
is banished
while unconditional
love serves
a protector
to all 
that enters

We meditate
and transcend
we become......