real life

Do you ever have the experience of dreaming about someone you care about...and in the dream you share a really personal moment;  honest sharing, intense emotion, or a hug?  and then you see that person the next day and you are a little self-conscious because that moment that connected you felt so real?  Maybe you even wonder if they dreamed it too...

 

 

I saw her today

and blushed without warning

I needn't feel embarrassed

I dreamt of her last night

and in the dream

she wept

sobbed

and fell into my arms

with limitless trust

her body trembling

with sorrow

 

I woke up feeling

raw

vulnerable

in that dream-moment

we were soul-to-soul

connected

 

when I saw her

in real life

she was composed

as usual

boundaries intact

our usual polite distance

 

yet without thinking

I reached out

and hugged her

 

for a moment

she let go

with a deep sigh

let herself be

embraced

 

for a moment

we were dreaming again

carpe diem

 

 

sometimes

just sometimes

the universe tumbles in such a way

that everything comes together

 

the sky opens

you are standing in the spotlight

disparate sentences become a paragraph

in the same story

 

sometimes there is soundless music

leading you

carrying you

toward an unknown point

 

a moment

where you stand on the edge

of a cliff

the drop clouded by fog

 

but everything in you says

go

jump

trust

 

do the absurd

go against your character

be unpredictable

a wee bit mad

 

it was a story

told by a stranger

in a church

when i thought the book had ended

 

the picture around me

narrowed

it was him and me

and his urgent tale

 

my heart raced

my breath caught

my palms sweat

and the rest of my life began

 

go

go

go

go ahead

 

ahead

move

walk

trust

 

a stranger

told a story once

and my whole life

 

changed



soul friend

from the writing prompt from OctPoWri:  Friendship

 

 

"And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed."  Kahlil Gibran

 

 

on a cold November night
a blanket of heaviness
and darkness
enveloped that house

i'd watched my friend
give in to the battle
let it carry her away
into a land of peace

away from the ducks
on the lake
the cranes that would return
in March

away from her beloved
the music, the laughter
all the things she loved
in this world

it was too much
for her body to take
I held her hand
when she flew away

i lost a friend
a heart-friend
who gave my heart joy
who wasn't afraid like me

moments later
you arrived
in charge
to take care of details

but first
a stranger
you enclosed me
in your arms 

for a moment
the rest of the world
would wait
while you paused

to see me
blanket me with grace
lift the burden of the night
just a little

for a moment
the night wasn't so cold
i wasn't alone
and i didn't have to stand

on my own strength

wordlessly
you comforted
understood
blessed my sorrow

that moment
is carved into my soul
forever
impossible to fade

and every time we laugh
every time we cry
every time we toast
to  life, to silliness, to sorrow

every time we stop the world
for a moment
to embrace
acknowledge each other

in the dailyness
and busyness
of the day
every time

i find a feather on my heart
from brushing against your wings
that no one else can see
and i am blessed 

baptized again
with peace, courage
and the mysterious eternal love
of a soul friend

november will never be
so cold
and death will never be
so frightening

now
that you
are here.