Time Traveler
In her dreams, she goes,
To the shores of time
She lingers here
As she wades in silver-lined memories,
Letting them crash over her,
Relishing each wave
Instead of salty spray, she is greeted by
The sweet scent of newborn babes,
Held tightly to her chest—
Then violet-scented curls of
Rowdy little boys
Their laughter rings like seashells, pressed to her ear—
distant, echoing, never quite loud enough to keep.
She feels strong arms wrapped around her
Tightly in the night—
Her best friend,
Her anchor,
Her lover through and through
“I’m so glad to have gone through all of it with you.”
She takes a breath
Sinking deeper,
And deeper yet.
And in her dreams,
She went.




Beautiful 🥹