These are the moments when I marvel
at the way darkness reinvents itself
in shadows that move with moonlight
across these walls. In this gentle hum
of white noise the promises of dreams
unravel in a ribbon of whispered syllables,
and with eyes straining toward forever
I can see the contrast between what I am
and what I could be beyond the stillness
of this room. There are questions marks
that hang in the margins - their plea:
Let me be something more than what I am
in these hollow hours filled with not knowing
what I am waiting for. Let me grow
into this heart and everything it holds inside.