Friday, May 28, 2010

Between sleep and waking

In fevered dreams
you talk of bumbershoots
and dinner parties.

Your restless hands pluck the air
pulling wisps of memories
into place.

You call for "Mom"
and laugh at silent jokes
only you can hear.

You are in the thin place
between wake and sleep,
life and death,
real and imagined...

I hope you are closer to God
there and here in the dreams
I cannot enter,
the world I cannot see,
the place I cannot be.

There is a part of you
lost to me right now.
A part I cannot hold.

I can only wait.
Pray.
And Hope.
For your safe return.

1 comment:

Katie! said...

I am praying and hoping with you, my sweet friend. Love you both.