Soft Dream

Soft dream,  breathing slowly

lives in the heart, the hands, the soul

and radiates out like a candle glowing-

the orange flame flickers coolly. 

It doesn't grow when it isn't stoked,

it exhales smoke when it's not held,

hold it in your palms and breathe,

that is how a dream is seen.

Soft dream, come to me, to keep me warm

when the world pulls me close.

Close to what? I do not know. Just that it happens to us all.

The dream I hold will keep me warm,

to my heart and hands and soul and more

my own candlewick to ward-

to ward against I do not know.

Candle in the dark unknown

it doesn't chase the shadows away- it just allows me to see them-

I can see the shadows start to play, the shadows dancing at the center

I think that they want me to join them

The candle is the center, the shadows all around

I dance and lift my palms and breathe as the

candle sings its sparks

"The heart, the hands, the soul"

it says, breathing full and slow

the crowd of shadows sways and crows

into my palms I sigh and breathe

this

is

my

dream