The Dream

Buried

deep, deep down.

An alluding vision

haunting me in daylight,

heard faintly in

the song of the wind,

growling in the pit

of my stomach,

a reflected shimmer

in pools of encountered eyes.

Blinded in the spotlight

of the world’s promises,

I stumble to find my light

in the seen and known.

But a jarring fall

on a slippery stage

brings painful

humiliating darkness.

Vainly I grope in

the blackness.

Wishing for escape,

desperate to see the way ahead,

obliteration surrounds me.

A smothering blackness,

a path not chosen on

a trail of tears.

Here,

the dream

is sight.

Felt

not seen,

reverberating

resounding

penetrating

every pore

until my very soul

becomes the dream

I am seeking.

And in fact,

has forever been

and forever will be

my internal

shining star.