Map

she sits atop a mountain of my making
and swims deep in the seas of my desire
on the shores of memory she’s waiting,
waking in my reveries a fire.
I travel through this dreamscape I’ve imagined
and on each landmark she has left her form
her shadow painted over every passion I recall,
rendered ways that lead me to her dawn.

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