one thousand miles

eyes heavy with sleep

heart lonely with the distance of one thousand miles

pen falls out of fingertips

journal slides out of lap

might be half asleep already

but still i wonder

ponder

question

wish

the ponderings and wishes will presently liquify

like sun on a trickling brook

into brilliant dreams, radiant with color

i think my dreams tonight will be of

the land of pines & lakes

where fireflies flicker the night away

and brilliant stars spread a thick blanket over the darkness

one thousand miles away

golden halcyon

eight days.  i am overwhelmed with nostalgia for the golden halcyon these months have been.  it haunts my dreams.  i have allowed myself to be rubbed raw, exposing every last hidden piece of this delicate heart of mine.  you have extracted it from beneath the rubble where it was hidden for so long.  i tried to built the walls up again, i tried to hide.  yet, it turned into something so beautiful i can scarcely believe.  now it has been eight days and i am becoming engulfed by those old stones.