Often are dreams so lightly regarded,
With an airy frivolity
Such as passing clouds
Who assume numerous fantasy
Calling the awe of the momentary wonderer
And are immediately relinquished
To the inexhaustible continuum of sky.
Business as usual.
But not for you,
My first and forever.
You were awake.
Your humanity was wide reaching and unassuming.
Your mind was an incredible arena.
Your dreams were voluminous and overwhelming.
Your dreams were not subconscious,
They were next level.
Your dreams were clouds,
Saturated and spilling with a feeling,
Omniscient and multidimensional
Propelled by the stormy winds
Of a system, far exceeding
The capacity of conscious comprehension.
I was engrossed in, and enthralled by
Your manifold of climates.
Today, there were clouds
Hanging in their arresting magnitude.
They appeared bounteous,
But they did not give rain,
And they did not pass.
They lingered;
In painterly, arduous austerity.
They mark the magnificent periphery
Of enlightened paradigm beyond.
I wished, for a moment, it would rain.
For I am encumbered by their reminders:
The taste of your rain,
The sound of your thunder,
The soft touch of your sunlight,
The dazzling song of your startlight,
The ponderosity of possibility
That lies, with your invite,
Just beyond the perimiter.
And despite the imposing weight
Of dreams lost and found,
Reveries realized and relinquished,
In all the inexhaustible continuum of sky,
While you remain just beyond,
Even the great breadth of my perception
Gives me the subtle suffocation
Of emptiness.