He said "Tell me your dreams..."
I spoke, and the words poured from my mind.
He said, "Tell me your hopes..."
I spoke, and the words poured from my heart.
He said, "Tell me your fears..."
I spoke, "I have only one."
He left.
And the tears poured from my soul.
She stirs in slumber.
Her sky-blue eyes flutter open,
blinking away the glaucoma of grey clouds.
Her fingers run through her hair,
releasing rainbows of plumage that rise into the air,
singing and swooping in graceful flight.
Her arms stretch out,
gnarled fingers and limbs unfurling,
giving birth to buds of greens and blossoms of pastels.
She yawns deeply,
exhaling petals with hues of purple, pink, yellow and white,
blowing them gently onto the new grass.
She looks around her and smiles,
radiant sunlight bursting from her soft lips,
warming the hills and chasing the shadows from the valleys.
Her sky-blue eyes weep softly
"You are my wife."
"You are my lover."
"You are my daughter."
"You are my sister."
"You are my auntie."
"You are my friend."
"You are my carer."
"You are my giver."
"You are my teacher."
"You are my student."
"You are my inspiration."
"You are my..."
I am just one person,
with many different hats.
Some hats I choose to wear.
Others are forced upon my head with a bit of a struggle.
But I'm just me.
Can't I be just me?
Thief?
He stole my heart with his words,
He took my breath away with his touch,
He captured my soul with a mere look,
He robbed me of my life,
Pilfered my very existence.
But wait...
Should I call him a theif?
Can one steal what is so willingly given?
I gave him my heart, to hold carefully next to his.
I yielded my breath, to mingle with his in return.
I surrendered my soul, to dance amongst the stars with his.
I handed him my life, my very existence...
Because without him, mine would be nothing.
No...not a thief at all.