I said this inside my mind but I knew
You would hear me.
"I think I will lose my shit", I said.
It's true, I want this.
I am not surprised
that you are capable of this,
coming into my dream.
I'm just a bit rattled because
now I'm awake
and you're still here and
that song from my dream is still
playing in my head,
or out of it.
You parachuted into my dream.
You materialized,
took form and character,
unrecognizable,
but I knew you.
In my dream I could trust you.
It was as though I already knew
I would win.
I played the carnival colored organ
and the lights swirled around us.
I was allowed to play it and it
played the only song it knew:
The song of my reparation,
"All things mended, all things well...."
Pressing down
on the organ pedals
with my feet
like a man running
the last mile home
from war.
Your eyes are steady now
on the dials whirling
over the organ pipes,
and the lights flashing
purple and green
and pink and blue.
I don't care what happens now.
I'm awake
and you're here.
You've met me.
But where have I been?
I know you won't stay.
"Play the song", You say.
I'm writing down everything You say,
It will be over soon,
and I'm almost grateful for that.
You're intense now
more than usual.
What's that?
O yes,
ask you anything.
Well, yes.
"Did you want me to go to seminary?" I said.
"I don't want you to do anything…in order to prove your worth", You said.
On the couch I feel sleepy again.
"Are you leaving?" I said,
"No." You said,
"Thank you", I said, "for coming"