Beaming, Becoming

To be a breath, to be your dream –

one you don’t quite understand beneath the burden of your REM sleep

You wake and search for meaning, apply it to your life and feel absolved from the indecency you’ve seen.

Until we beam, I’ll meet you there

where we’ll roam through poppy-covered life rafts afloat a gold-leafed old oak sea

in search of youth and mystic truth 

we tumble through heavy hearts some other hopefuls left behind