drifting

drifting
into consciousness
the Sleeper awakens,
the light of awareness
rises
like a newborn sun
nebulae of thoughts
coalesce into an ocean that brims its depth with life,
and the sea of knowledge must rise to touch
the finger pointing
giving birth to all things proud, to all things
humble;

kneeling orchids bloom a jealous moon fading,
and the deserts sand with bones and beach
tall grasses grow like clouds
seeding earth with poems and wings

Love is a perfect diatom
letting all things be
inside the sky that crushes me
to my beggar's bowl,
and the Dreamer lives
encased inside a hollow shell,
here am I
and here I must remain.