waking dream

love is the water
   that embraces the
      bottom of the lake
   the music we dance
      to with every step; the
      touch that soothes the
heart.

the presence that is
   never absent; the
      simultaneous pulse;
   the mingled
breath.

the yes that lights
   the dark; the hand that
      starts the fire on
      the skin; the dream
   that crosses the border of
      life and death & life
      and death
indifferently.

the caring that’s
   bigger than the earth; the
      feeling that calms &
   comforts the soul; that
      welcomes life
      into the
body.

each soul is
   all souls, is
      every soul, is the
   livingforce swimming
      through murky
death.

the soul floats into
   the air & becomes the
      sky of blue. as the sky turns
      black, the soul hides in the
      darkness of the sun
   to rise with the light of
      heaven’s
day.

at times, the soul, craves
   starless sleep & empty
      time. a universe
      of snoozing
      planets. a god
   snoring inwardly. a deep
      cold pond with dreams
      trickling towards the
sea.

we inhabit this waking
   dream of paradise
      & use our hands
      to toss blazing stars
      into the void
   
   burning holes in the fabric
      of infinity
   shaping unknown
      constellations out of
      invisible
time.