Philosopher Things

This morning I remembered that I dreamed you, Dreamer

Exactly the way you are 

So that you would keep dreaming me, my star 

And from afar we would burn Brightly

& Forever in the Other's gaze 

In Plato's days

Beauty was second to Truth's form 

Building what is Good and Noble beneath a pure Light storm 

So we could float down into Existence 

Asthetically and upon Angels's wings..

Philosopher things, my dear ~*~

But a wise old Rishi once said 

the opposite is always True once you've stood on your head;

So it's really me growing out of you 

The deeper inside me you go

Some days I don't know

But this morning I knew ~

I remembered my dream is simply you 

dreaming Me

And that you are the highest 

and Deepest truth 

I have yet to see