Resurrection

Combing the depths of dream-state
my mind is clouded with a million
tiny pressures of the day before.
Revenge and resentment: predators
lurking near the reef of remembering.
Schools of good thought flash across
my mind's eye in hues of green and blue.
I am touched. A hand on my arm,
then fingers on my shoulder.
At the slumbering depths I am stirred.
Burning. Lungs full of hot air--
spirit full of hope.
I almost see anger and acquiessence away
in the distance, and just for a while.
I can hear dolphins chittering away
in half-lucidity, whispering last-minute
instructions.
My soul reaches the surface,
then rushes up into the light of my lover's eyes.
And she meets mine with a smile.

2.13.1995