Back To the Beginning
In the predawn light that has filled my room
A dreamlike state transcends the gloom
This is the hour I would lie all alone
Yet, I'm tossed like a leaf
from the flannel down
riding a wave, to a place in the sun
The family is sleeping, I am free as a bird..
Swept by the sound, that no other has heard
No other can feel the winds from the past
that sweep me away, to a world made of glass
I'm caught in a childhood, of the vaporous air
It has swallowed me whole, in a bright sequined glare
Something magnetic, below, from my bed
is murmuring words, holding me there
I know it is cunning, I know it is wise
But temptation entices to fly to the sky
I hear my age thunder, as it tries to pull down
and bury me under to the place that I've known
Here under the canopy of a million bright suns
Without hesitation, or a fear I don't know
I am lit by the bleach of those lights from before
I know in this moment, there's a child that I am
Leaves from the windstorm whirl past my feet
And I'm back in my bed, tucked into the sheets
but knowing a childhood is waiting for me
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For Deb's Contest: Image #2
4/27/14
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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