She

Startled, I awoke in my dreams—
she was sitting beside me.
A smile lit her face:
simple, elegant, seraphic, magnetic.
She was the epitome of beauty.

Confused, muddled, perplexed,
discordant thoughts rising, I gaped.
She gave a comforting nod:
My love for you will not change.

Her delicate hands rested on my forehead—
soothing, pacifying, steady.
She asked of my turmoil:
I am with you, even if you cannot see.

Emboldened, I asked her who she was.

I am your mother, your sibling, your lover, your shadow.
I am anger, I am hate, I am love, I am joy.
I am the creator, the destroyer, the one with a thousand names.
I am here, whether you accept or deny me.
I am in front of you, behind you, seen and unseen.
I am omnipotent, divine, always near, everywhere.

And she spoke on,
her words a lullaby I knew yet had never heard,
trickling from my head down my spine,
filling me with calm and ecstasy.

Then I woke fully, and she appeared—
radiant, poised, serene.
Leaning close, she embraced me,
her scent wrapping through every part of me.
My hands touched the velvet of her black hair.
She whispered:
I am life. Embrace me without condition, as I embrace you.

And then she was gone.
I remained,
forlorn, blissful,
hands clutching empty black space,
yet feeling the warmth of her presence still.