Afterglow

"The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled." -- Plutarch

I close these eyes and there is light. Warm, moist forgotten images floating towards the present. Unsolid. Unreal. Beckoning to be touched. Aching to be manifested. Who are you? What are you? Penetrating strength evaporating into the night. Flesh, bone and blood combine. Like magic I disappeared. Where have I gone? Slumber bellows like a siren. Urging and yearning to be reunited.

Which way? Deeper. Deeper. I hear you calling. Beyond the cool damp sewage. I lay my head down. And dream. A mid summer night's dream. Emptiness. Like an itch. Slow and insistent. Screaming now. Stay with me a while longer. Linger on. Grow roots. Entwine. Take hold and let go.