True neutral

In the five o'clock dream there had been mention of a place
where she had roamed and felt no hate
where she had dwelt and knew no love
and this had been deemed heaven

notes were taken, statistics logged, reports reported
'when is she coming back?' the queston was posed
'who is she anyways?' a second arose
and then fading to grey, a light eventually made it's
way through the splintered sliver of an opening that signalled the
waking state

and so I have learned:

realization often comes without warning and from
places that defy pragmatic understanding
from the imperceptible came a truth
that maybe to know love is not to love
but instead to move through this world embracing all
that we can perceive

and residing in my mind, still live the fragments of that feminine form
walking away from me into a vast swirling desert,
fading slowly into an unfamiliar horizon -

somehow, by turning away, she had finally come home.