Walking Into the Dreamland
You came to me at night.
I did not fight.
I walked in the
dreamland,
Holding your hand.
My dreams belonged to
you.
They do, out of the
blue.
Quite confidence of intimacy
That did not ask permission
For a nighttime
intrusion.
It is about access
And reflects on
something deeper
Called recognition,
Reframing ownership, not
possession
Of the protective sense,
More like mutual
residence –
The way memories are
arriving.
A gentle surrounding
As a reminder
And acknowledgement of a
bond
Passing the gates
Of the fence
And making new space
To rearranging the place
For the soul and grace.
Tomshinsky@2026
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