Strange have been my dreams of late

Recently I've taken to visiting that strange in-between place that lies in your dreams, but is more tangible than your body. You know you're there when you feel a heavy knowledge in your stomach that weighs as much as the first time you saw the sun set for real over a the jagged edge of a dusky city, but your tongue tastes like the smell of grass after intimate moments and lingering regret of emotions lost in time. I'm the wandering queen of this world, at the whim of the elements but ultimately powerful as long as I remember that when I close my eyes, I truly understand eternity.