Dreaming

Originally written on November 3, 2009


i awoke in the middle of a corn field
silken tassels high
above my head
sparkles of sunlight
breaking through
i pick a direction and go to it
trying to stay the course
slowly through the stalks
waiting for their harvest
my progress
slow and steady
opening up to a billowy field
of ready to reap wheat
bathed in the now setting sun
red streaks dancing
along the whiskers
looking like ripples in the water
never arriving
always going
reaching into a wave
i discover my arm is wet
from the salty sea
now swallowing
the remnant of the sun
digesting that last flash of red
as i dust the fine sand off my feet
i turn to witness the rising moon
full and brilliant
bathed in wispy clouds
not wanting to sleep
searching for its love
the long lost sun
now resting upon an ancient boulder
smoothed by the caressing sea
looking about
have been here before
but not exactly here
moon and sun
an eternal dance
of long lost love
together for a millennium
yet apart never to touch
moon rays and sun rays
intersecting each other
for fleeting moments
gently stroking their fingertips
one without the other
isn't one
not even two
still eternally them
the sand yields to green grass
between my toes
no longer sitting
the moon is gone
now tickled with starlight
star bright first star i see tonight
many of them
as i gaze
towards the heavens
feel gravity letting me go
become lighter than air
slowly rising up
through the leafy trees
my arms outstretched in sacrifice
head bowed backwards
up up yet not away
in my own epic journey
to find my love
found then lost
the stars move before me
reach out to me
a familiar gentle touch
recognized feel and scent
embracing the flesh
of our spirit and soul
pirouetting in a delicate embrace
stars falling in our wake
my arms now empty
wrapped around myself
as the clouds slip
through my fingertips
i watch as cherry blossoms sprout
from my palm
kissed by butterflies
exiting my stomach
sparks coming from their wing tips
igniting a flash in the clouds long gone
then the rumble
raindrops trickle down my cheek
i am high above searching
masking my gloom
it's before the harvest
and the corn still needs rain