last night while I <br /> played in another realm of consciousness, <br />I felt your hand move against mine, <br /> as if you were reaching out <br />from your own fantasia to make sure in this reality, <br /> you weren't spending the storm alone. <br /> <br />I know you are stepping lightly <br /> maybe crawling beneath another night <br />trying to reach the stars, <br /> searching for their names, <br />as if they are buried <br /> like the roots of trees beneath the skin of nature- <br /> <br />all things stem from somewhere <br /> in our minds, everything begins and ends <br />within the pulse of this world. <br /> yet I want to be recreated, in you, <br />to be granted definition through your labor-of-love <br /> just as <br />I was when mother and father were united <br />some years before the valiant fall <br /> <br />In my dreams- <br /> I walk out into the storm, <br /> so that you'll reach for me- <br />I want you to know my name.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-two-griefs/
