She travelled oceans,
Across wind blown deserts,
Waited on shores in storms at high tide.
She dared chance the dark caverns,
Avoiding traps and triggers,
The broken bridges madly spinning in her mind.
We were lost, we two,
Wildly searching for the other,
Turning corners seeking solid ground to find.
At last we met at midnight,
While storm clouds hovered,
And cold rain poured outside.
Morning broke,
Soft light slipping through,
I still felt her hand in mine.
I awoke and pondered this:
Perhaps a dream is only worthy,
When eventually reality aligns.
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