rulers.

we reign in the dream sea,

the waves crashing into us in random synchronicity

as we call them home

they recognize the salt living in our bones,

the breath of oceans roaring in our souls

we sit on thrones made of sequins and stars,

dressed in crowns of precious coral

we swim beneath the surface of your subconscious,

modern kings and queens ushering in

the realm of sleep

here, we are royalty

here, we hold hands with the moon

and become one with the tide

– ashley jane

mornings can be magic.

sunrise paints the sky

with a breath of poetry,

all cantaloupe and mint

and the same misty morning blue

that lives in your eyes

we speak in silent languages,

in wisps and wants,

in feathery clouds that flutter

gently against your skin,

in silent pictures etched

across the landscape of time

we are the dream weavers,

the designers of daybreak

wind-kissed summer souls

on the horizon of your mind

we carry warmth in our bones

(we will thaw your winter heart)

– ashley jane