Oh how my heart dreams when I'm not watching.
Dreams of adventure, meaning and blue skies.
Dreams of things more grand than the mundane.
Of playing the warrior queen,
Oh no, Of more than playing.
Being.
Long hair curling and twisting in the wind, furious action punctuated by
Stillness.
Sword, perhaps, in hand. Capable and ready.
Defending but above all defended.
My heart dreams of small plans accomplished on stormy days.
Dreams where confidence and authority are wielded as
the softest touch; silk-sheathed steel.
Beautiful, dangerous, and heartbreaking dreams,
coalescent landscapes shaded with the textures that come with freedom from the constraints of
possible
practical
available.
I turn, my mind's eye hoping to catching these fantastic grotesques before they disappear...
Oh how my heart dreams when I'm not watching.
