Friday, February 4, 2011

My eyes are closed and I'm still in the dream of sharing our friendship and pure energy. I pull my feet back to stretch full legged like an Egyptian mummy in a tomb. Slowly one to the other my thoughts start to enter the space that was my dream and I notice I am remembering and recreating and assuming old thoughts into the new. As I open my eyes I'm caught by the shimmering crimson silk across the end of my bed and the shear berry and flower pattern opening to my windows where hundreds of crystal twinkling lights sparkle in the morning sun off the 5' long icicles. My eyes are open and the memeories fade and the moment sparkles to catch my full attention. Now I am awake. Can I stay awake, for how long?

1 comment:

  1. This short poem came out of me after reading your post. You were the muse:0)
    To You
    It is here one moment and it is gone the next

    Speck of wonder falling out of the nest

    Braving open air and clear blue skies

    Breathing deeply from newfound zest

    It was very easy to brake parental ties

    I am free

    Free at last

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