The Metaphor I Dream

Written by: Mike Bayles




                    This metaphor breathes
                    when I awaken
                    to a dull, gray morning
                    and the chill of a draft.
                    The colors of my dreams stir
                    behind the visions I see
                    while I shower and dress
                    to face duties of the day.
                    My meditation is of breath,
                    inhalations and exhalations of life
                    from all parts of me
                    and all who I am.
                    I stir to past love
                    but still a part of me,
                    the gentle, soulful whispers
                    of memory.
                    I am all who I am,
                    timeless incarnations
                    given another day.