Tender.

Resemblance of the recollections,

like stars, they shine and sparkle, in the midst of the mystified cerebrum.

In space,

I drown, I free fall,

and I found myself being washed onto a shore of the unknown,

I balanced, the smell of earth and dried salt, and noticed where I stood.

The common ground of dream and reality.

As I hear every whisper the wind made,

petals upon my shoulder,

snowflake on my fingertip,

I breathe.

I feel you,

and always will.