I found star stuff in my socks this morning.
In dreams I walked the shore of the Milky Way.
I could feel the cool whisper of the Endless
lapping at my toes.
Dark and fathomless,
the depths hidden
by my own reflection.
I long to see clearly
in waters of the spirit.
Thirsty, I cup my hands
and break the surface
to find myself suddenly
both beneath and above.
Dancing, dark silhouettes
With eyes like orbs,
shining soul lights,
I recognize myself
within the Other
and find the borderland
to be my home.
Categories: Poetry
