So I had a dream where I could fly
But the only one who knew was My Past
My Past was gentle and kind and we had lots of secrets together
We tried to get away from the others. He protected me.
I climbed up the fence-building and jump-sailed down
He distracted them from my powers by going through the gate
Before anyone caught up with me, I saved a girl who seemed already gone
An Ophelia submerged in the creek
It was another world, that creek
Familiar and Unfamiliar
The creek people lived there and the legend was
They eat people
My Past had almost been eaten a long time ago
But survived and was stronger for it.
My Past had a tattoo of the charm that wards off any evil from the Creek People
My Past was safe
We saw horses and went wading-skating down the creek
My Past and I
We could walk on water
When we returned
My Past’s Present saw us together
It made me self-conscious