Half life
We walk through half our
life
as if it were a fever dream
barely touching the
ground
our eyes half open
our
heart half closed.
Not half knowing who we
are
we watch the ghost of us drift
from room to room
through friends
and lovers
never quite as real as advertised.
Not saying half we
mean
or meaning half we say
we dream ourselves
from birth to
birth
seeking some true self.
Until the fever
breaks
and the heart can not abide
a moment longer
as the rest of us
awakens,
summoned from the dream,
not half caring for anything but
love.
~ Stephen Levine
~
(Breaking the
Drought)
(left button to play, right button
to save)