Memos from the Middle

Last Night I Smiled

Last night,
I dreamed of unfulfilled promises,
hoping they’d come true.

I let nostalgia splash coyly
about my consciousness,
as I walked the imaginary
roads to yesterday.
The twists and turns
of regressed journeys
skirted the surfaces of memory,
and I held tightly
to hazy lessons
and retrospective truths
finding meaning in nothingness.

I gazed longingly
toward energies renewed
and waltzed with desire.
The spirit affirming power
of revisited awareness
suspended my senses
in tantalizing expectancy.

I tripped
and softly fell
into a temporary bed
of broadening horizons,
and then I was catapulted
into some semblance
of  tomorrow.
I landed
in the sun-drenched newness,
nearly unseeing in the transparency,
and I searched
for something familiar.
In the lighted obscurity,
I met your stare
and ran toward your embrace.
In the collapse of your arms,
I saw us
later
and now
and then.

Last night,
I dreamed of you,
and I smiled.