It's Your Funeral

I am a dreamling. Only ever half awake to this world. I reach up to the stars and down to the depths of Earth's oceans. I reach to the edges of my known universe and pull what marvels I experience inside and close the door. The way is only opened if you knock, but if your foot has crossed the threshold of my heart and you dare wound me without remorse, you are dead to me. On the crests of my waves, under the twinkling of my stars, I will greet you with a smile. I see no reason to perpetuate poison or misery, but make no mistake, you will never be welcome here again.