The lives we live
are largely metaphors
for what we were.
Our bodies dream
of ancient savannahs,
primal forests,
mountains that barely
still exist.
Our spirits swim in an ocean
that birthed life itself,
fly through a heavenly dome
which has no bounds.
Is it any wonder then
I look for your eyes
in my dreams,
I tell your story whether anyone
listens or not?
I search this earth,
knowing where you are.
How long has it been
since I asked for a story,
since you began
unravelling
this unimaginable wonder?
Copyright 2007 Todd Mertz