With and without words
I turn on my dreams in my pillow.
The sound awakens me.
But my mind returns to the rain
And the ocean gently singing me to sleep
It tries
In waves
That escape my breath
As I hold the thought of you
My longing
between my fingers
Tightly clenched
Along the soft stitched silks of my blanket
That are quietly curled
Between my fingers
Silently waiting
For you to fill my hands with
Tomorrow.
There’s the ocean.
The calm.
The salvation.
The wave that is my negativity.
That carries me off.
And the arms that save me.
Lift me up.
Carry me.
While I fall.
Get swept away.
But the figure is light
Almost like wings
And/Where she resembles a falling angel
Being caught by the arms that make her an angel.
That gives her her wings.
But teaches her to be her own Strength
And That she must catch herself.
