Dreaming in the womb.
Tiny inspiration.
(photos by Francyne Kunkel www.justaddlight.com)
they fly through my body
with the force of the heavens
fill my veins,
beat in my chest
dance spirals up and down my vertebrae
tickle at the back of my throat
until i cry out
from that dark place in my belly
that stirs and churns
aches and moans
burning with the fever of life.
and these dreams they sway and slide
thickly through the canopy of my mind
where all is possible
everything i imagine grows wings
takes flight
painting loud colors across
night's dark sky.
and these dreams
i feel them vibrate within
filling my lungs with air
my eyes with tears,
tears that won't be told no
tears that sing of a life lived
tears that sting so sweet
as they fall deeply
under the spell of spring,
smell of spring
always unexpected
ever welcome.
how beautiful it is to be alive,
how beautiful it is to dream.
