Dawning Creations

Shimmers of light
glimmer and glow
swimming silently within soft purple skies.
The clouds have gone to rest
while stars throw back their curtains,
ready to entertain.

My neck tingles
from a slight breath.
I could sense a watchful presence.
I could almost hear their heart beating
in the silence of the autumn wood.

Slitted eyes
slick with the dew of yesterday morning
meet my glance.
Their yellow, cat like quality
appear wise and yet, indistinguishable.

I could feel
a warm wind
encompassing my entire being.
Or.. was it a sigh?

The creature speaks to me
in riddles and misshapen lines of notes, rhymes
and intonations,
fluctuating his tone and volume,
dancing crudely on horseshoes.

I can understand
but only slightly.
I have much to learn,
so much honesty to confess to.

A longing from the depths of my soul
surfaces in the light of his eyes.
I see my spirit,
my gentle soul free and with my love.

We are old
and creekside
watching the goldfish
brave the rapids.

The creature sighs
and points to my chest.

My steady heartbeat quickens
as his mossy fingers trace my heart. I want to go back to the days with tennis and pineapple.

Watching birds and surviving the storms were our safety vests. We swam and swore we wouldn’t become who we were not. Heat rose to my cheeks as I realized I had started to cry, reliving the good and trying times.

The creature sighed
and smiled best he could.
His eyes answered my lifelong questions.

I know I have much to learn.
I have healed so much
in love, by love.
With love, we can achieve anything.