in your dreams now you go looking for her and she finds you
asleep but entirely yourself:
your dreams are your life, just as your waking self
is also your life
everything in the night-mind is entirely your own--
no interruptions, no influence, no noise.
this is your life. granite, rivers.
you go on looking and looking
maybe hoping to find the beginning of time
or the end
wondering where you placed your innocence
wondering when you last knew yourself as a child
seeking an infinity of love.
and what if you find it? what then?
with just enough courage
anything could be.