My Time
Look at the time. Sleep eludes me, so I'll write. Usually I do it in silence, within the boundaries of my mind. Tonight I feel like writing out loud. Forgive me for taking up space with my ramblings - but if not me, who? It's the beauty of the tick-tocks between night and morning which reveal the sliver of ambiguity. My time. I hesitate and I waste, I languish and I lose. Yet I revel in the very need to hurry as I take my time.
Peace and quiet. As I listen to the silence roar in my head I contemplate the nothingness. You are all asleep and dreaming of angels and warriors, watching yourselves fly and fearing your nakedness. I am watching you. Smiling at the very idea that I could be one of you, if I only were. Shhh ... don't allow me to disturb you as I wander through your subconscious. My steps are bare, my observance benign. I am only hoping to catch a glimpse of the promise that you will bring to the daylight.
My time. It is almost gone. So precious, so rare is this chasm in the universe that knows my name for only an instant. Perhaps I will be lost, as the dream of yours disappears. When you awaken as I sleep you will vaguely wonder about the barefooted shadow. You will quickly forget. You always do.
I will remember. After all, it's my time.
Hauntingly beautiful!
May 7, 2009 5:28 AM | Reply | Permalink
It's 8 AM and as I'm reading this I'm thinking it's too good for mere words but perfect for starting the day. Thank you.
May 7, 2009 7:55 AM | Reply | Permalink
I love the serenity you bring with you. How we need it in our world today...
May 7, 2009 9:46 AM | Reply | Permalink
I thought that was you, somewhere around 5 am here in the mountains, dancing on the beach, or was it a ballroom or 5th Avenue? My subconscious isn't great with faces, but it never forgets a pirouette.
You know, Melissa, this isn't a bad idea. The late nights have been great, but if you wanted to host a breakfast gathering, a bit of daily devotional, I can promise at least one attendee. Help the days start with a lighter, brighter and communally elevating note. heck, I'll even bring the orange juice.
May 7, 2009 9:47 AM | Reply | Permalink
Hello, me. It's been too long. While I danced, I saw you on the water ... washing the world away. Thank you for allowing my presence.
And for the orange juice.
May 7, 2009 12:41 PM | Reply | Permalink
I saw your barefooted shadow, but I didn't bark cuz I knew you are a good shadow and seashell's friend. Did you see me wag my tail at you?
Linus
May 7, 2009 10:04 AM | Reply | Permalink
Sox had a wonderful time playing with you, Linus. It was truly a joy to see. Seashell doesn't know her ... but you do.
May 7, 2009 12:43 PM | Reply | Permalink
That was you?
Remind me to pick up a bit next time, before you go wandering around in my dreams.
Good morning, Missy...
May 7, 2009 11:07 AM | Reply | Permalink
Tonight I feel like writing out loud. HA
Hey Missy, you make things easy, I hereby award you the Dayly Line of the Day Award, given to all of you from all of me.
May 7, 2009 11:16 AM | Reply | Permalink
I'm honored, Dick! Honestly I am. I give all of me to all of you every day - please remember that whenever you need to, okay?
May 7, 2009 12:47 PM | Reply | Permalink
Dear Bearfooted,
I’m sorry you saw me like that in my dream last night. I am not usually so timid. I assure you that when I am awake I am much more of a “stand up” kind of guy. For some reason I was afraid. I could have closed the window that they were crawling in but I couldn’t grab the window frame. And there were so many of them and they were mumbling something that made me want to recoil. I think I recognized some of them but I’m not sure. I thought of escape but every way out seemed blocked. Then they started to laugh and point at me. I wanted to disappear, to evaporate but all I could do is stand there and ask “What do you want?” They didn’t hear me. I don’t think they were listening. Then it was over.
You are right. I don’t remember a shadow. But I am sorry you saw me this way. Come back again and it will be different.
May 7, 2009 12:00 PM | Reply | Permalink
Larry, look, WE MUST BOTH TAKE OUR MEDS EVERY DAY.
Not just when we THINK it is right to take them.
Geeeeeeeeez!!!
May 7, 2009 12:21 PM | Reply | Permalink
It was you coming in the window wasn't it?
May 7, 2009 12:25 PM | Reply | Permalink
Your mind recreated the days past into a strange and befuddled mirage. I watched you bravely stand there and ask your question, I watched their confusion at having no answer to the night's query. Then I silently applauded as they, not you, were the ones to disappear and evaporate.
I'll be floating again soon, but will not likely be more proud of the dreamer I visit.
May 7, 2009 12:58 PM | Reply | Permalink
Wow. I could really get to like you. That felt good.
May 7, 2009 1:15 PM | Reply | Permalink
That was you watching my naked flying routine? ;) Beauty BF. The stillness of the wee hours, as the world sleeps is one of my 'times' as well. It's good to have such fine company in the dreamworld.
May 7, 2009 1:13 PM | Reply | Permalink
I fly through the air with the greatest of ease ... well, it helps to be naked. ;)
I am holding your hand in the land of wishes, Miguel. I'll see you there.
May 7, 2009 2:11 PM | Reply | Permalink
I saw you.
It was a comfort.
(hugz)
May 7, 2009 7:39 PM | Reply | Permalink