Behind the Moon

In my vivid memories

of a hazy awakening

I remember you.

A gentle gaze

softly caressing every inch

of the darkest corners

of my soul.

The deepest parts of my spirit

cry out from the welcome intrusion

of my sleeping form,

which did feel its probing

questioning questions,

examining every part of my brain

and heart.

I am aware now of only you.

I am trying to speak but

I am voiceless,

frantic to inquire

and know of whom my soul has

longed for all the time

of my restlessness.

I was not looking for anything at all.

Where are you?

I throw out the question,

hoping not for an answer

but knowing I need

a reply.

What is happening?

I scream from my bindings,

I buck and heave against

my prison of lethargy

and paralysis without moving

at all.

And something

not like doom but resignation

overwhelms me.

I struggle to convey the words

of my only question,

the only thing I know

I need

is to find you

and satisfy this encounter with

knowledge and discovery.

All at once I realize

that there is nothing to compare

to what I feel now.

I push at the boundaries at the edge

of the night and suddenly,

I am awake.

Breathless.

It is dark but the sky is posed for dawn.

I take a breath and sit up and

grasp to remember vividly

what brought me to this moment

that has left me shuddering

in wonder, and awe

and possibility.

Those eyes of alien wonder

full of light and with such a blue color

that I have never seen painted,

if I recall correctly.

What shines as bright

as the millions of

tiny pinpoints of light

that I am able to catch

emanating from them?

Wide eyed we stare at each other

for a moment.

And I recall those eyes

gazing intently, as if to

memorize every part of my face,

my eyes,

my thoughts,

that appear to hold you captive

from your otherworldly existence.

The curve of my neck in the

moonlight and the nightlight of

stars across my bedroom ceiling.

What caused you to visit me and

look upon me tonight?

I watch with my eyes and beg my body

to move but

no response is forthcoming,

no response to the force of will

I am exerting in my slumber.

I stop struggling, gasping for

one last breath before I am consumed

and I am back under a spell

or for a spell.

I beg for release and feel the ebb

of the power it holds over me and I

am once again

laying there in my bed.

My thoughts drifting over

the darkness of space

in the corners of my room

and the colors of the stars.

What am I trying to remember?

“Behind the moon”

I hear the voice,

inside myself.

Startled I walk to the window

with a calm peaceful

easy feeling

I gaze upward and see

nothing.