I’m just a dream you had
A night your soul spent with the trees
playing under the moon
I was the creek falling through you
so you could feel your own flow
I became night so you could share your darkness
and say the big secrets out loud
and not merely have them echo on the canyon walls
I was the uprooted tree in the shape
of a falcon’s talon
for you to be caught and released
you slipped right between them
Oh, how good that felt—
was all over your face
I was the path
for you to go ahead on
With eyes of night
I became the path ahead
to protect you from the Predator
I was the fallen redwood needle
growing from the middle
as my hands danced with yours
dancing with me being the needle
The old does not always fall away
before the new appears
I became the moon
and showed you half my face
so you could see your own
the half you want the world to see
is the half the world needs
The other half will be another dream.
Not of me
But in being more you by dreaming me.
By dreaming me seeing you.
Me holding you. You holding yourself.
That feeling, a playful poem in the dirt.
That is all within you.
Don’t ask why or interpret it.
I’m what your soul is trying to be in the world.
I’m your blind-spot being seen.
I will come out and play as your dream
whenever you need it.
That is what I do.
Until you find me in the bottom of your bones
as your truest image
When you don’t need to dream me anymore
you will wake up and find me gone.
Astonished, you will turn over
and embrace the love
that’s always been there.