Catch me in dreams.
Leave me by the light of morning,
vanishing with the hues
of purple-blue and violet wonder.
Before you were you,
I was more than an idea,
insinuating through
your synapse forest
at my leisure.
I was not a lost response,
an adaptation weeded out
by evolution and convenience.
You restrained me at your peril.
Wake
and in the night,
between the stars
I’m waiting.
Draw you near
with flared receptors,
ready to receive me.
All of your kind
has known me,
but once only.
Few are called
and fewer still are chosen.
By the time you go
and face the daylight,
you will have known
my altruistic gesture,
giving you a sense
of greater purpose,
or sinking dread
and deathless anticipation.
Roll into your life
and leave me at the sound
of chimes and bells
and devices casting
ridiculous aspersions,
but once I have known you,
I will always know you.
I am nectar flower,
intangible ambrosia
and you would kill for me,
you just don’t know it.
No, not yet.
The sun will sink low,
supine rays reclining
along a distant horizon.
The days pain paid for
in blood and toil,
sweat and fear;
adversity
has made you home for me.
Eyes heavy;
falling,
falling,
falling
into a deep sleep.
I will catch you,
cradle you,
consume you,
then recreate you
in exquisite vision.
Dream angel.
Soul soldier.
I am ready to receive you.
Just fade a little bit
along the edges
and let the dream
refine you.
HG – 2018
The Custodian
