When she dreams, I can hear her voice while she sleeps. Sometimes she weeps, other times laughter and squeaks. What's fascinating is, although, her eyes are closed, she  still sees.. The grief, love and she still believes.

Her direction may change, whether she is being watched or she is the one chasing the far away north star, her spirit is released. 

I wonder if she knows, what she sees behind the blind folds, holds a world of meaning. When she dreams, she is the star in a movie scene, A princess being saved by a king and she

underestimates her powers completely, but when she dreams, she makes a believer out of me. 

 -Amber M. Royse

Dedicated to Cheyenne Jewel Baker

                                &

                  Tabitha Michelle Baker