Often when I sleep
my mind resembles my eyes.
But my days are laced
with dreams I see.
Audible.
Imagined
but audible,
still.
But woven with potential
and promising wants.
Complete possibilities,
Complete desires.
This is merely our feet in the water
of a river that will move faster
than we can grasp.
It is a California roll
at an empty stop sign intersection,
and our road ahead forms a deep triangle.
I see them every day,
and I know you do too,
but I also see you.
Taking over, on top.
They’re not ready
for all of the power you possess.
I’m looking forward to looking back,
but the realism has yet to settle.
The time to reminisce
will come in time.
Instead, I push forward like
a wrecking ball against bricks.
The reason for my lack of disregard
is transcribed in every work.
It’s because I know a light awaits me
in a place my hands cannot reach
and my eyes cannot see,
waiting for me to turn it on.
And only I will know the distance
it will take for me to arrive.
My endless imagination will work wonders,
while my tireless legs continue to move.
And only I will know when I am there
and I will share the light with everyone.
It’s always a rare moment
when held speechless.
But that is where I am today
and yesterday, and probably tomorrow.
Electrodes have yet to go off
in this brain of mine.
Doc Brown has yet
to get struck.
But I know it will.
Every inch of work,
every typed letter,
every question asked.
Every tear, every smile,
every stressed moment,
every fight, every embrace.
Does this mean I’ve finally made it?
You are my four walls,
my door and my bed.
You are the front steps
I take into comfort.
My dear, you are
my mirror, who I look right into.
You are my faucet when
I wash my hands clean.
Love, you are my backyard,
where I spread my arms wide.
You are my window that
lets in air to cool me.
Doll, you are my blanket
that keeps me warm.
Wherever you are
is where I call home.
Every day I wait
perfectly impatiently
for the welcoming home
we will build.
I wonder about their faces,
and what will drive them,
while they play peacefully
in the grass.
I will look at you
and say how happy I am
that we accomplished
all we said we would.
I know this because
a smile catches my lips
by merely the thought
of this dream.
The canvas patiently waits
for us to add the colors
that will define it.
The days slowly align
like planets in the sky
for us to come together.
The Moon shines right
through the sunlight
to serve as a reminder.
We shine bright like
the satellite amid
a world of collapsing walls.
Dimmed sheets sprawl
the unlikeliest of after mornings.
Lying stunned,
questions arise.
Proof of immaturity,
proof of a lack of intelligence.
I’m not sure we were
ready for the crash.
Thrown out into traffic,
thrown out into reality.
Hit by the speed
And the subtleties.
At beck and call
to life, and all
it expects of me.
Loving every piece.
They seem to fall
in place, like toy soldiers
by the dreams
of a five-year-old.
Somehow, I know
that this is what I wanted
all along.
I am at peace.
Born to do something
doesn’t appear
until your full potential
is released.