She said dreams are sometimes memories of past lives.
I said I hate dreaming.
She said maybe you should think about what that means.
I said I don’t care. Reality is better.
She said you sound like you’re afraid.
I said you should ask me why I think reality is better.
She asked why do you think reality is better?
I said because you’re in it.

Then her eyes were two oceans and
her smile was a mountain range
and I didn’t know where to look
so I closed my eyes and jumped
headfirst from the plane of my heart,
riding the wind of her laughter down
and down as I wondered where I’d land.

She said you could be in a dream now.
I said then I’ll never wake up.