Poem 11

The World Awakes

Awaken to the sound of rain pattering against the windowpane.
A dim light remains on this cloudy Sunday morning.
Weatherman says stay indoors, predicts storms all day long,

But he is wrong.

Groggy run to fetch a double-shot Caramel Macchiato Venti.
Little white cloud puffs gently push the gray haze away.
They break them up, transform them, like liaisons of peace;

The turmoils cease.

This unification and purification leaves behind a sheer veil.
Sun appears, lights it up like glitter across the sky.
The world around awakes in color, sun-drenched sheen;

The grass is green.

Last night dreams of unmet people wandering in unknown places,
Strangers with unique human life experiences.
Somewhere and at some time they dream, perhaps dream of me;

Awake they see.

A bright white light, a star, made up of every color in the entire world.
There's only one shade of white light, and we all share it.
It's our essence, we are contained in and contain it;

One in spirit.

One day all strangers will awake from dreams to recount them all together.
Multitudes of colors in the spectrum of one light.
After night, after rain and cloud cover dissipates

The World Awakes
And Recreates.