Come, shatter me open
strip me bare
layer by layer
of armour and fear
desire and doubt.
Creep under my pillow
as I lay my head down
and infuse my sleep
with long forgotten worlds
where I can time travel
and fly and slay dragons
with the power of innocence.
Come and, as I wake
I promise to remember you
and birth you into this realm
I will drum you on my magic drum
to open the gate to clear skies
and underworlds alike,
for the wingless dreamers
who long to fly.
I will paint you with my bare hands
upon scary white canvases
and grey city walls alike,
for the colorblind dreamers
who long to see.
I will dance you with my naked body
on sacred dance floors
and living room floors alike,
for the crippled dreamers
who long to move.
I will sing you with my weary voice
as it falls on many deaf years
to reach but one open heart
of a lonely dreamer
who longs to hear.
I will write this poem for you
despite my utter loss of words
before the gratitude I feel
for being chosen by you.
Maybe all that is useless to you,
nothing but a dreamer's idle nonsense
scattered to the wind
with the dust of good intentions.
Maybe you expect the world of me
and I will fail to birth you
in this world
of concrete things.
But, as it is, come nonetheless
to clothe me, mold me,
inhabit me, transform me
ask the world of me.
Come, and I will give you all that I am,
be that only dust in the wind,
I will ask for nothing in return
but the privilege to carry you in my heart
each and every day
like the precious, life giving force that you are.
