restless

 

restless

These are the days
I hear you whisper to me through dreams
your voice as clear as day,
floating like a song
calling out through the ether.

Nudging me to wake.
telling me of something different,
something coming,
something...yet to be born.

A life force brewing so fierce inside,
pushing, pulsing, warming me up.

Getting me ready.
For what, I do not know.

Even though outside,
it's cold, colorless and frigid,
inside of me,
we are dancing on red sand
Illuminating the earth
intoxicated by the Sun
high on fumes,
from the perfume of the desert.