silence surround
us
and please kill
the lights,
wish to drift into
backdrop
so bright it
blinds-
so warm it
glows
into a dreamscape
so formless
it flows.
newborn fresh out
of the tub
drips with
joy-
his smile casts
a ring of
doves,
while one downward glance
from mother
bathes child
again–
this time
in love.
heat lines on
the ocean
blur our trip to
the other
side,
while vessel melts
beneath our
thighs.
come in crashing,
i’ll catch you
gladly
and steady us
both,
but won’t hold
the full
load–
’cause i’m too
shaky..
and this i
know.
chasing the
real
into dimming
corners,
groping through
the cold-
feeling ten years
old.
i drown my hands in
childhood streams-
to feel water cleanse
the guilt and
regret,
then splash it on
my face,
to remind me
i’m not
dead.
we used to sing
like no one
heard
us,
but heart song
still chimes
in ears
of
those seeking space
in which to rest
their spears
and truly
listen.
tilt the compass,
run towards
us..
arms
motioning-
inviting those lost
into their
clasp
to defend
all..
from decays
of past.
this isn’t down
or up..
but some other
direction
i’ve never been pulled
towards before,
no longer hanging loose
or stuck to any
ceiling-
losing hold
on familiar feelings.
love rolled over me
with smoky
breath
upon shaken
sea,
now what’s left
to believe..
of fable so
foggy
its details can’t be
retrieved?
hands in the garden 
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