I brush her hair
Then braid it
I like the sound
It is comforting
Safe
Like warm arms
Wrapped around a body
There was a rime
When I took the blade
Scratched the skin
Like sharpened nails
Now we dream
Instead
Something is missing
But we do not know
What
Perhaps our past is a myth
The steady flow of
A river
Cool waters
We swim and play
Create our own magic
A place where
No one can find us
Or hurt us
A place
Where we will always
Be together.
