getting the lights on

The ongoing fight with the voices inside our head
to unify, to make a sound recognizable to our ears
to magnify each other, in unison.
The dream:
Our voice was completely and totally captured.

It came in the form of a brilliant light

 

Looking out the window, eyes drawn to the light
I was floating, free from the bounds of flesh

Something was holding me up, perhaps it was
the possibility of falling that fell away from my mind

There was something below me
something all around me,
something all around.
The light was coming from somewhere
It wasn’t just coming from me.

 

I looked around
and saw no one,
but felt something.
recognition

 

I knew that no matter where I was, I was always there
back in some corner of my mind, there was a light
and I was crowding around it.
And I wasn’t alone.

 

I didn’t hear the sound
and neither did he

 

But we live for the glimpses,
the correspondence
and welcome it when it comes.

 

Bathed in the silence I have never been more happy to fight.