In Dreams

This is what my soul looks like.

This is who I am in my dreams.

I run all wild and free
through fields of lupines and columbines
and dusty canyons of amber
under blazing skies
of October light
and starry nights
like a map in the sky.

This is who I am in my dreams.

God's vision of me
the beauty
and the majesty
where I am all
original parts
as created.

Wild and free
in a place
where there is no such thing
as cancer.

I

wish

cancer

would

get cancer

and die.