Remembering A Dream

Two Extremes

A roaring silence

And a crowded loneliness

Sharing the same space

Existing in the same moment

Clarity through confusion

Saints finding themselves in madness

I follow them into a room

A single light in a room that’s visibly empty

The light falls on an emerging face

The wrinkles of time and the pain of experience are it’s defining features

A tried and raspy voice, clears it’s throat

“Wake up… the dream hasn’t finished”

I stare in the sunken eyes

“You’re still sleeping, wake up.”

Shallow breathing breaks into a wild pattern

A deep breath breaks the rest

Up from the slumber

I remember the voice

I hear it’s echo

I can smell the room

I wonder am I still asleep

Do I know who I am

Refreshed and ready

Hold on to this feeling

Segundo Juan Devora