Upon leaving the dream,

she allows herself an unusual moment of nothingness,

where the world seems softer somehow.

As her eyes flutter open the brightness of the world makes her wince,

and when her first thought arrives she questions its motives.

The sparrows songs dance in the mist over the lake,

and she follows the music down to the golden water,

kneeling by its side to pay her respects.

Ripples of a girl she knows well,

Kaleidoscope eyes that she can’t recognise

in a hazelnut shell.

Lips part, revealing soft teeth.

She’s speaking her mind but her words aren’t unkind

like they used to be.

Steady now, you’re starting to crack.

Memories in trench coats are holding your burden

just take a step back.

Consciousness weighs light.

Dreams aren’t just for night.

Another new world,

Where trees bear lawful fruit

and lilac sunsets are home to gentle clouds

with benevolent hands reaching down.

She’d be fine if she fell now,

But she’s never really known quite how.

Bittersweet and so unsteady.

Her hands are stained by wild berries,

That fall like hail and sting her skin

As the whispers of the birds grow strong,

showering centuries of secrets

scrawled upon the leaves

as winds begin to rise

she starts to find it hard to breathe.

“Keep an eye on those lilac clouds

They will pull you in when you’re not looking and then hold you down”

and she finds herself entangled in the mountain’s mother tongue.

The wild Angelica paints the paper path that makes her run.