mydeconstruction

A Waking Dream

like the names of God
the names imprinted upon my heart
her names
all that she comprises
cannot be spoken
as rain
shifts
and pools from the clouds
drenching the cooled air
and dancing short steps
upon her roof

as she lies
half asleep
half awake
her breathing soft upon my cheek
here essence, sweetness enmeshes my pores

my eyes release hold
and my focus
strengthened
closed
my sight is clearer
clear
illuminated
her sight
burned forever behind the lids of my
undeserving and inadequate eyes

her touch
scent
tastes
sound
sight
encompassing and embraced

realty shifts
my eyes sealed
my sight clear
reality shifts and blurs
as life and dream merge
reality a waking dream
love
life, a waking dream