Dreaming Life...

If you ask, I’ll spin you gossamer-words into the horizon.

Sit next to me and listen to the water gurgle, listen to the creek singing hymns along the bank, the wind humming around us as dusk begins to fall. Sit next to me and rest your eyes, lay down for a moment and let me find words to tuck around you like a blanket. Let me slip into your bloodstream and warm you from the inside out, smoothing the aches and chills out.

Hush, close your lips, let me find your story.

Don’t stir when the nightingales begin to call, just relax your muscles one by one. Let my voice burn away the fever and try to find strength in the quiet. I know you are weary, but you don’t have to walk much longer. I have a place for you, so stop a minute, put down the weight and breathe. Breathe in the remnants of the night, breathe until your spine is melting and the tension is gone. Breathe until the world has dissolved and all that is left is your pulse enfolding you.

I’ll search all night long to bring you the words you most desire, I’ll dig in the desert to find you words to slip under your tongue like tonic. I’ll place them at your feet and smooth your brow, run a thumb over your cheekbone. I’ll sit cross-legged under the oak and feed you words until my throat is dry and my tongue is swollen. I’ll sit next to you in the shadow and chase away the sickness until you’re well and whole and clear-eyed once more.

So, come, sit down, rest your weary head, listen.
Let me find you the words you’re needing to hear.

I write today
I write tomorrow
I write in happiness
I write in sorrow

I write in black
I write in blue
I write what’s false
I write what’s true

I write to the young
I write to the old
I write to be quiet
I write to be bold

I write when I’m strong
I write when I’m weak
I write to be silent
I write to speak

I write if I’m smiling
I write if I’m sad
I write when I’m happy
I write when I’m mad