The Waking Dream

I never dreamed

The dream I now live

Could ever come to be.

Yet here I am Laid bare to all

And living love and life.

Stretching Muscles

bunched So tightly;

Reaching,

Flexing,

Defying the atrophy 

That sought to wither My Soul.

Forward

Into an unknown 

Yet Certain Somethingness,

And backwards

To the child

Who knew he was loved

But couldn’t feel it. 

He feels it now. 

He feels it all. 

Everything. 

Every inch. 

Yesterday,

Today,

Forever.