up from luminous dream, in the soft hours of deep night's thrall suddenly discovering I am in our small corridor, no longer a narrow hall for now, to my wonder it is stretched into milky-way cathedral walls robed in flashes of lit-up nostalgia on black I float, eyes wide mind open, a-light naked skin splashed in the cool nocturnal breath and before me, a vast gallery of memories: faces in frames, some long gone some now turned from round baby cheeks into vibrant adolescent beauty delicate curls on toddlers now muscular, fire-talking angels ancestors who I never knew but who I am named for stare in sepia elegance their eyes piercing my soul I am a warrioress clothed in memories' sub-conscious fabric my weapons, the love that backs me up so full it oozes out from the ether spews from geysers soaks up through the earth stains beaten feet my fingers feel it in strokes of wind-whipped canticles generations standing behind me, before me ready to rise holding staffs live epitaphs ready to split the rock
My center is lit up in past and present voices echoing prayers I feel them in my heart-tunnels, reverberating they turn future ponderings into endless possibilities I let them all in, absorbing strength into deep tissue and the hell in my spine opens its scars like flowers of the night
Based on a dream/dreams I have had and also a feeling I get sometimes. That with enough love we can do anything and it will all work out