At My Feet

I am lost in an ocean wave of reflection, a delicious place to be How still I sit and look upon this paradise All from a different time and place Where shadow and substance Become me From the haunted places that call from within my dreams My soul gently mixes with the sun and rain In broken territories I cannot claim Yet hidden in the grasses I am redeemed The world advances from the sorrow of its own eyes With a tiny fist raised up in utter denial Crying out "Do not wait for me" Yet, I am lost in reflection Hear me cry Whose generosity bids the pulse of my own heart to beat While I sit still and look upon this paradise Why can I not claim these territories Which lie here broken At my feet