For You

Written some time in high school. 2012 maybe.

Of this, I have never seen of both memories and dreams.

Of a vision that I had of you last night.

It began on a quiet dawn.

With a feeling of where I belong. 

Without any warning.

I began to feel warm with a sensation that I was soaring.

Over meadows, over the crashing waves.

Over everything.

I was there today.

With you all painted white like a dove in the sky.

I will always be flying high above.

Because I know where the light is. 

Where it is held.

It will be my guiding voice.

My light in the dark.

The one thing I could ever want.

This vision is the thing I hold on to most when I am lost.