Wake up from dreams never clear of a dazzling glow of vision
flesh and blood included and a soul that knows it has just been gutted
to the beginning of the picture, once more.
Head leaves pillow to be lifted up toward sounds of another morning
and there is never hesitation in the reluctance to plant one foot
on the floor at a time, as thoughts head for coffee, resolve
and a much better day.
Let go of what has been the ritual that comes next, is the image
splashing cold water upon what lays beyond the mirror, like that sense
of someone standing behind you and almost smiling your smile while you
are tempted to smirk before turning away, repeating mantras of beauty
and upcoming blooms.
Tiptoed tenderness leads back to a warmth that always opens a door wide
to the contemplation of love rising in soft breaths and blending with love
that falls in tiny bubbles bursting in kisses upon touching the surface
of an endless depth.
Purpose does not run but designs river beds beyond a conceptual window
curiously framed in the real window that frames the space of sun or rain
and always, of other purposes filling the transparency of the glass.
More than any other, the design, so close you could dip yourself whole
in its flow, of a river that needs to follow toward the ocean.
A river that becomes manifest beyond the tangible skin of earth
and right before your hands grasping awareness as they reach for all the air
and all the light, and then threading its many textures like dandelions
interspersed with flecks of foam and as many hopes, to be worn
with a glee of renewal around the neck and between the breasts
or, when added of orange blossoms and some sculpted flights
of nesting songbirds, upon your perspective, like a crown.
Glory be to the only time that matters when matters choke
and time is cast like a winded zombie upon a life-support travesty of itself.
Glory be to waking up from dreams never clear of a dazzling glow of vision
flesh and blood included and a soul that knows it has just been gutted
to the beginning of the picture, once more.
Ready to paint the undividedness of being alive with possible smears
but no fear at all.

© 2006 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®