I’ve traveled so many times. 
But this 
feels entirely new. 
Where are you taking me?
I sense you.

I unfold
with my eyes closed.
In the dark 
everything is juxtaposed.

What are you projecting today?
Is this a true story,
or another illusion? 
Sometimes, I don’t know
how to deal with the confusion.

My heart races.
I feel the urge to write.
It’s all aces
but no one in sight.

Take me away 
into deep sleep, 
where golden flowers remain.
You reach for me
and ask me to stay.