I heard once,

that when you dream,

your soul goes places that your body can’t go.

they say that your soul floats above,

and lives in the veil between what is real

and what is not.

between what is ‘alive’

and what is ‘dead’

they say that when you’re dying,

your soul lives in the veil,

just like when you dream.

they say your mind reaches for what lies beyond

and the veil lifts.

if you ask them what is beyond the veil,

they will say that they don’t know.

Perhaps they are lying.

Neither you nor I will ever know for sure.

because sometimes, i don’t need to be afraid

of either side

or the in between

because sometimes,

i don’t need to know what lies beyond

because sometimes,

i don’t wish for the veil to lift and take me and my body away

because sometimes,

in those happy moments,

I can be content with where I am.

and only then, can i ever truly be at peace

You didn’t know it then, but that was the last time you 

cuddled with your plushie when you were scared.

It was the last time you put on that Elsa dress

and screamed ‘let it go’ at the top of your lungs.

That was the last hug from Grammy and Grandpa,

and the last kiss goodnight from Mommy and Daddy.

That was your last sip of danimals,

and your last bite of lunchables.

That was your last time cuddling with Mommy,

and your last time being on the shoulders of Daddy.

The last time riding with training wheels, 

and the last time Mommy picked out your school clothes. 

That was your last time hearing the repeated words,

goodnight moon,

goodnight room. 

Goodnight kittens and goodnight mittens.

That was the end of Blue's Clues,

sesame street,

Octonauts

and little Einsteins. 

That was the last game of tag,

your last drive in your car seat,

and the last singing of old MacDonald. 

You didn’t know it then,

but you carry it with you, and linger for it now. 

Sun bleaching the sky

Warming up the joyful earth

How I want to shine