I must confess that there is no feeling like it—then when
           You wake up
to recognize a place within
your sleeping soul
at rest

sinking low
in deep hues
choose any color
sometimes
one more
or another

how about
cloudless
how about
nebulous

resting
inside you,
is sweetness
beneath
where
life is lived
crawl out of
darkness
some how

everything
you've ever
known
reveals itself

some are sweet
oh so clear
others are nightmares
soon to disappear

oh the fears
take me there to
where they linger
letting go to
slip through fingers

awake now
caught on a
sparkling web
paralyzed  
and alone
and all I see
are
poly-chromed
imaginings

and I confess
there is no
feeling like it