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Asleep in a Concrete Pond:


Lost in an empty reflection, my eyes drifted across a current.
Rippling within globes of memories,
Forgetting themselves amongst the shifting distance before me,
As my dreams fell into the clouds,
My lungs gasped for breath,
And my heart raced like pangs of raindrops upon a concrete pond.

I awoke only when I heard my name.
A thundering whisper that now drifted, across a flat and once vacant wind.
A sudden, gentle caress fell upon my empty shoulders,
Closing out the bite of a shivering wind.
A glowing grumbling gust spun me around so as to witness the candle she held.
The twisting flame twirled and teased the cold darkness that was trapped behind the silent curve.

She found me.

Searching, crawling to find me through the silent black emptiness, light had forgotten its home here.
Words would never suffice for this beautiful ache of gratitude piercing its sting through my shattered prayers,
My tongue sat fat and paralyzed,
Horrified of falling short to capture the grace, the beauty, the perfection of her everything.
It hid inside my cheek, behind my teeth, like a frightened puppy peering over its mother's tail.

My words drift deep underneath an intimidated slumber
Falling to my knees, painfully atop crystallized ice peaks, letting out a crunchy snap into the black.
Reaching up, I buried my frost chapped cheeks against my sun, nestled in her powerfully hushed whispers.
I watch the fire of her gaze warm my trembled fears.
No eyes have ever tasted a vision as this, her eyes blinking over colored irises of white light
Drunk with beauty my senses wept
She gripped my mud caked palms
Squeezing them like tight grips of ice, the melting crystal tears slipping between my fingers

She carried me above a murky haze to reach for the warm hands of today’s embrace
And led my warm naked feet atop cotton soft white sands to find sleep.
Hoping to fade, between these fallen dreams of my wasted yesterdays.

Yet these dreams giggle and playfully wrestle dangerously close to the ridges of reality
It's a loving symphony of dances, dipping inside themselves like a rainbow of bouncing bubbles.
But a euphoric blindness now finds itself diving upon my opening eyes
A ravenous consciousness greedily eats my last visions of the bright glowing bliss
The frost in the awakened air wraps its arms around me
My eyes rapidly adjust now as the shadow hovers over my eyes like a misty cobweb, too hard to untangle


She has forever been my favorite memory, my favorite present and my favorite tomorrow.

Thank you for always holding my shivering wet heart close whenever I couldn’t outrun the storm, thank you for always finding me when I was lost in the shadow of a dying sun, and thank you, from the depths of the heart of a once very lost and frightened soul, thank you for always illuminating the path back home for me. The way home to you.