Waking from restful sleep
Expectant, pregnant, open and full.
wondering about trivia,
missing clues and evidence.
Staring at the artifacts of my life,
I am reminded of searching for shells at the beach.
Picking up slivers - seeking the one perfect shell -- unbroken, intact.
Dreams are as precious,
cracked and smashed against reality.
What is left of my hopes.
Can I ever find joy in repetition.
Falling deep into her eyes,
I lose my way.
Turning, twirling I dance my way back,
no straight line to paradise.
Weeping for vision,
my eyes are cleansed
and I can gaze uninterrupted at the whole of it.
I can just find the edges
of the pain and sorrow.
Warmth and safety is paramount.
More fully awake,
I bob and weave with the waves.
Secure in their certainty.
Swallowing once again the sweet elixir called love.
Facing the chasm,
shading the precipice,
a barrier to the leap.
I push through the fauna to jump
and eventually I will fly.
For now I simply fall.