Mistress of Dreams

The air is
deepest
void
cold
I pull the cloak of woven dreams tighter around me as I walk along the dock towards you.
You?
You stand waiting on the vessel that will take us,
watching my approach,
galaxies birthing in your gaze.
I am The Mistress of Dreams.
You are the Master of Possibilities.
I do not know where we will go, but it is always together, each journey fresh and exciting.
You reach for my hands as I step onto the barque.
Arms gather me close and cradle me to your warmth,
my head rests upon your chest and for a blissful eternity
we are still,
we are one,
deep breath in --
deep breath out --
then both of us turn toward the future as we depart
among a sea of stars.