The sky painted itself with pastel hues,
Oranges and yellows, with very few blues,
It was a welcoming start, I knew,
For it was peaceful and still half asleep;
Yet it set my soul aleap.

It is alright to go to sleep upset,
For every morning the sky bleeds of fire,
And you are born again.

Grey clouds surround me,
Thick to inhale,
Impossible to recognize shapes through

And then I feel it
All at once,
As if something deep from within tugs on every fiber of my being

I spin to face a shape assembling through the fog,
Slowly advancing,
Reaching out a hand that beckons my soul forward

Then I wake,
Pulled out of the dream,
Left wondering if it is possible to love a face that has never truly been seen?

You can feel it, can’t you?
In the shiver of your spine
The tingling of your toes
The goosebumps forming on your arms

The time is now
Close your eyes, breathe, and
Jump.

Darkness floods the outside world,
Obscuring trees into uncertain shadows,
Allowing distant lights to grow or diminish depending on the distance in between

But the signaling of the train horn draws me back into the lit carrier,
My reflection and that of the cab slowly appear into view on the window
And I am back in my body

In the reality that clutches me.