Lucid

Someone would've hurt you
A trauma would've cursed you. 
Which is why that smile never leaves you.

Come to the land by the sea
Where no one knows you by your face
Where the cold breeze from the sea
Warms your cold skin
By the fire.

Let us hold hands without a plan.
If needed, rearrange the house and make it your 
Home. 
All housemates are mere guests
Only I will always stay.

Those few moments before you awaken 
From your sleep,
Let me in. 

Let us sink
Into God's lucid dream.