I wanted the light inside
to awaken
not just flood in
so bright
that it blinded us.
I wanted our eyelids
to rise with the sun,
tempered
ray by ray
echoing through the depths
of the aged tree
within the tranquility
of a spring
rolling from the mountain ridge
swept into the river
to make its way to the ocean.
I wanted our dreams
to drift
together,
waking at the edge
of the great falls;
standing
by the edge,
fishing pole
put down.
I wanted to orbit the star
as I studied the magnitude,
not collide
scorching sheets
and sleeping bag.
“Times are hard for dreamers.”
Name-Giver stated.
yea, maybe
but I can cook a good meal.
What does that give me?
“Probably not that much”
But I can do it
for 250 people in one night.
“What does that matter?”
Consistency.
“silly,
Go to sleep.”
