Breath's Refrain

A rush enters like a veiling curtain

Of cascading water;

A vaporous fall, endlessly joining

Aqueous substances below.

Descending from a starlit heaven,

How could my heart retain

What the mind so freely extends?

I watch it contrast against the indigo

Kissed innumerably by shimmering silver.

I cannot be still while these hands explore

Every inch surrounding me,

Reflecting an assiduous mind.

I breathe deeply.

 

Night gives way to day,

As light quietly filters

Through glass-covered apertures.

Silence sits across the table,

Staring at me with penetrating eyes

While I consume imaginings

From a plate of emptiness.

The nothingness provided
Sustenance for conversations

That gently bent the fabric of dreams,

Revealing to me that beyond

My haunting solitude

Waits a unity only to be felt

With each pulsation of the heart.

And deeply I breathe.

 

I stand in the doorway

With wide, absorbing eyes.

Frost covered flowers smile

As the sun leans to embrace them,

Unfolding each petal in cyclical union.

Something awakens in me

To equalize the acute stillness

Of slumbering entities,

Exploring the unknown regions

Of active, subconscious minds.

Dreamers, what are you dreaming?

I breathe deeply.

 

Every high that would conceal me,

Now in sobering contrast

Manifest as echoes from past and future lives.

I cannot escape myself.

I step outward;

Physically, metaphorically;

Into the morning chill,

Stinging and clinging to my skin.

Music fills the air as she speaks.

This healing, revealing moment,

More painful and pleasurable

Than anything I have yet known

Reciprocates the tides of the universe.

And deeply I breathe

 

Day gives way to night.

I stare into a ceiling

Mirroring a bed of discontent

Until heaviness deepens my thoughts

And I slip into unconsciousness.

Ah, the pathways of this mind

Follow the mental footprints,

Enticing me with sighs and laughter.

A rush enters like a veiling curtain

Of cascading water;

A vaporous fall, endlessly joining

Aqueous substances below.

Cleansing light absolves me

From the mark of time

As she whispers an inquiry,

"Dreamer, what are you dreaming?"

I breathe deeply.  

 

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