I've been dreaming a lot, lately,
strange and dark dreams,
and you figure most
prominently
in all of them -

last night, we wandered down
the Yellow Brick Road,
winding our way
through flaxen blue fields;
our voices were
cheerful and light, our fingers
interlaced -

it all seemed very nice.
at first.

the soothing blue grasses
s l o w l y __________melted
into crimson poppies,
and the brick path was faded and broken -
you stumbled along the
way
but I always caught you,
always held you
until you were ready
to continue forward.

Soon the brick road was
little more
than a dirt path, studded
with roots and stones,
and the fields to either side
rippled
like blood; you stood silently,
watching as the sun
skidded
out of sight, just another
fuschia blemish
on the horizon.

When you turned to me,
I knew.

And when you stepped
off of the path
to wade into that endless ocean
of poppies,
I wanted to follow,

(iwantediwantediwanted).

But I didn't.

I watched you until
you were no longer visible,
and then I watched a little longer, s l o w l y
fading

into the gloom...

kj