Dreams and Wishes at 11:11

I have fallen asleep imagining the phantom caress of your fingertips.
I have drifted off underneath the moonlight, imagining stars in your eyes
and the aurora borealis above our entwined fingers.
I have slipped into slumber feeling the way your holy Soul moved within
my very own ventricle chambers, where I keep my tears,
locked safely away from prying fingers. I have dreamt.

Short, sweet syllables whispered under galaxy-light
explode with helium in the heart of the believing girl.
You know the love I hold for the night sky, you know.
The wishes we made at 11:11 will come true, for I shall not ask Fate
but ask my own strength of will. I will bend the lands and move the Seas.
I have dreamt. I have dreamt.

The dream is no different to the reality.
I still fall asleep feeling glistening touches,
bright with ultra-violet light, scarring the flesh.
Only now I dream, and I know you dream,
and I know that dreams and reality are interchangeable.
Dreams and reality are interchangeable,
we will make it so.