Celestial shades
Long pale shafts of buoyant dawn cheerfully ghost their way through my bedroom blinds. Elevating my hand slowly I watch as soundless light laces with my fingers. Warmth fills my palm as an incandescent hand forms with my own. Transported through my memories I see through the eyes of a child. I glimpse the sunrises of my past and reach out through time towards them. Rising to my knees I brush aside the shades searching for myself. A man’s blue eyes mirroring in the glass gaze upon me, he smiles at me as we blink our way back to reality. “Here we are my friend”, I quietly call, “living in the days of dreams”. With lost eyes the reflection whispers, “and dreaming of yesterdays...” Closing our eyes we feel shadow shades streak across our faces. Leisurely our heads fall backwards as we allow gravity to part us from our past; in silent synchrony we say our goodbyes. Collapsing into a blanket lake of gold I sink beneath the waters of dreams, drowning in daybreak, breathing only reminiscence.