The ceiling no longer lingers above my bed
but there is something shining through,
it’s brighter than the sun,
more powerful than the moon,
and all I can hope for is that it doesn’t end soon.
Out of the corner of my eyes
I can see my room drift away
as I feel the warmth of the grass beneath my skin,
and your fingers between mine.
I know this isn’t a dream
cause we believed in it,
and brought it to life