In My Dreams

By: Kira Bouviea'

Bright colors dancing along the highway of my dreams.

Dark storm clouds gather overhead.

A battle rages below.

My shield and my sword I have lost.

Alone I face the gathering darkness.

Empty handed, I am armed with nothing

But my waning courage and deeply held convictions.

The battle is to be joined; brutal and virulent in its intensity.

A branch cracks from behind.

I turn around and gain courage; for you have come,

To stand with me against my foes.

The colors along the highway of my dreams brightened and intensify.