Went over to the other side

I had a dream,
It was beautiful.

I was standing atop a cliff,
Stood for hours on end.

The wind in my hair.
The sound of loneliness filling my mind.

It was beautiful.

My eyes were closed.
My palms made into a fist.

A chill ran down my spine.
I was happy & afraid.

It was beautiful.

That fear was addictive.
It wanted to escape.
But I held on it.

And what I feared most was now looking me in the eye.
I had woken up from my dream.
It spoke of my companions.
It spoke of fear.
It spoke of loneliness.
 
 It was beautiful.