Dream Space

I want to know you,
to see the stuff of your dreams.

Where do your thoughts travel
when free to roam without limits?

How do your ideas dance
when uninhibited and certain?

What do you hope to see
when you lie in darkness,
your mind bisected between
slumber and the world awake?

What unanswered questions
haunt you in silence and
solitude?

What melody causes
the metronomic muscle
in your chest to swell,
pendulum pulsing wide
in a polyphony of sorrow?

What regrets jam the gears,
escape wheel ramming
repeatedly against the locking jewel
until it just. won’t. turn.
anymore?

Whose spirits do you carry
with you as part of your own?

Whose are a burden on your back?

How do you cultivate the soil
in which your roots rest,
nourished,
so that you may return
breath to the world?

Breathe with me
for just one moment,
our chests rising and falling
in tandem

Teach me how you dream

Photo courtesy of Anna & Michal