Haunted
In my dreams, I see you.
That person, who despite my flaws,
grabs my hand and jumps;
jumps into the blue wild world
smiling and dancing in the streets,
pointing at the stars,
splashing me in the tranquil seas,
plucking a dandelion from a field,
running down endless paths,
feeling the coarse hair of a free stallion,
wandering through hidden forests,
looking deep into my sad brown eyes,
kneeling with a ring in his hand,
kissing me in my ivory gown,
cradling the life we made,
wrapping me in his arms under a full moon,
crying with me over the pain of my past
that had touched no other ear,
knowing that to understand my suffering
is to see a young and confused girl
alone and scared.