and the return of consciousness,
brings with it a sensitivity unmatched,
unmitigated by the fear of retribution.
I can feel your grin,
as you stand behind me,
laughing in the face of what was.
But still I move forward,
“Let the shadows fall behind you.”
imagining a better future.
What happens when we dream?
What is the result of our uncaptured thought?
Waking is just another reality,
held tight by the breadth of your smile.