After a long day at The Fair, I made my way back to my hotel room, washed up and dropped on the bed— already asleep.
I dreamt that Mother Air and Father Earth fell in Love.
"Is this for Forever, My Dearest?" asked The Air.
"All things come and go, My Darling—even Us," replied The Earth.
"But yes, I will Love You Forever."
"Perhaps then, there is some part of Us that never changes;
and That is what is real," waxed The Air.
"If so, That is Who Loves You,"
The Earth said with quiet absoluteness.
with a tear stained pillow
but a song in my heart.
Missive G.A.M. cc