The creaking wheel of the seasons
is turning.
My autumnal memories
flow in
uninvited and magical
Wake Up
she says
It’s Late
 
But can’t you see my eyes are shut
and I am seeing so deeply into dreaming
so fervently my vision is on fire
I am so awake in here
It sparkles so clearly
from yesterday into eternity
 
Of course there are no words for it
I only ask you to take a rest
and before you settle back into sleep
Quiet down your talking mind
Listen to the melodious night
it has a rolling silence to sing
this lullaby of mystery
is seeping in from my memory
Can you hear it fading in?
With our hands entertwined we watch the tide
of consciousness crash onto this shore
And then
it is too great,
for our muscles are not built to withstand the clarity
of this view.
Sleep seduces us
and happily we go.
But I wonder…
how long before we muster up the strength
to just surrender
and climb once more this golden ladder
and then piece this kind of sight into our lives
We had the love already,
  and even the yearning to give
We only lacked the trident of power.



©    sheabreauxwells  2002