morethanenoughtruth

Night calms and shelters sleep.

It sits, dark, upon my bed and waits.

Dream finds and covers me.

I open to his presence,

a blossoming of mind and sight.

His tenderness compels.

I open first to him and then to All.

We soar on sparkling tides of mind

chasing photons and streaming galaxies

in swirling curls of wake.

Then we stop to rest and think.

The next and last great thing will be

to thank this grand old carcass for its days,

and wrapped in gentle folds of time,

place it on the doorstep of the infinite.

But not this day….

For crouched beyond the ragged rim of dawn,

tomorrow waits.

My name is slick upon his tongue,

my face a mirror of his vision.

The nebulae that comprise my form

yet resonate in pulse and blood.

My stallion screams, mane and tail aloft.

Hard hoof-beats shake the ground.

When sunrise mounts the urge of day,

We ride!