He parted seas and mounted dry, tapped into a dream. Wild horses grazed in green meadows, fed by a gentle stream. She rises, sighs consent with closed eyes as the eagle carries her away.
Blue-green, yellow tinged flames dance with the familiar clouds. Pink swirls into red.
She came to me in a dream, spilling secrets like diamonds falling from her velvet lips, each precious drop glistening with morning sunlight as the words scattered memories across my polished granite.
I am hard, indifferent to persuasion, as she is not telling me anything that I don’t already know.
What comes next?