Dreamscape

You are gilded and sweet and dark, you are a strange plum in a secret garden. I am banging and beating hopelessly against your cage, but I cannot seem to find the key to let you out. To let me at you. Brooding bird, the strange workings of your brain draw me in with every turn. I want desperately to reach you, but you are slipping out of my grasp.

Sweet, unuttered prayer, hold fast, hold fast!

Let me keep you safe, here, under my wings. Let me keep you with me, as dawn breaks and the stars hide away again, before you vanish with the dew. Hold fast, and promise you will not let go.

Hold fast, and I promise I will, too.