Sleeping in unease
Tossing and turning like a wayward blowing leaf,
Searching the book of dreams for magic,
Flipping pages restlessly
Finding only emptiness in the dark.
Rising in the midnight hours
Snow whips untamed beyond the glass
Walking in half wake motion
Asking the skies for relief.
Thunder of ringing rockets the soul
Out of the depths of night to morning
And stumbling down in search of solace
Holding the book that had waited
For far, far too long.
I find you there,
Nestled between ads and the unnecessary,
Words of laughter and magic find me parched
And it fills the soul with water-like coolness
And I feel the smile within
Rising like a vibrant sun
That had been gone for too long.
Sweet parables of lost time,
And I see these and hold each one close to heart,
Lifting me higher into the realm of knowing
That a reminder was what was needed,
That to hold these words close in a cosmic hug
Brought me into the day
Balanced on a teeter-totter
Kicking my legs in glee,
Please, don’t let me down as I fly
Let us go higher into this moment,
To be alive like a child’s gleeful laughter,
Finding the magic once more.