It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are. ~~ ee cummings
when I sleep,
the dreams seep in to a faded place…
I can fly,
I can sing,
I can read your mind.
when I sleep,
there’s purple and pink hues of an approaching dawn,
there’s feet being buried in a silky sand,
there’s an ocean waiting for my wiggling toes,
there’s a ladybug crawling across my hand,
there’s a life spreading its wings and taking flight,
there’s a mud pie being made for a birthday surprise,
there’s a kid on his bike letting go of the handle bars,
there’s a star being wished on and it’s bound to come true,
there’s a cold beer in my hand on a hot summer day,
there’s a conversation over coffee about the idiocies of our past.
when I sleep,
there’s an ache in my heart that is very alive,
I love,
I let go,
I dance the dance.
when I sleep,
there’s a hug so tight the air leaves my lungs,
there’s a loud and raucous laugh that just hangs in the air,
there’s tall buildings being seen through a child’s eyes,
there’s a sun disappearing into the black of the ocean,
there’s a book being closed so it will never end,
there’s lightning rolling in over the waves of the lake,
there’s a mailbox filled with cards from you,
there’s red wine being poured in big mason jars,
there’s tears being cried because it’s the right thing to do,
there’s love falling down and standing up again.
when I wake,
those dreams step aside as I look at the day…
I breathe,
my heart beats strong,
my grass is greener than anyone’s.
First Pages 
If that button said “Loved” I would have clicked it. This is so good – so strong. There are more gorgeous images here than in 10 other poems. Triumphant, but not self-congratulatory – love your humility, love your writing, love you! – Mosk
Oh Mosk!!
Thank you for your virtual friendship. xoxo
mud pie being made for a birthday surprise…thta made me smile all over….there are def some really great touches in this becky and it was a joy to read…
Ha! Who doesn’t love a mud pie? 🙂
Thanks Brian.
So good…filled with gratitude for your life, I love it!
Thank you so much for these kind words and for taking the time to be here!
Becky your work is always so vibrant–I loved this piece—Gorgeous work–
Thank you Audrey!
I’m so glad you’re here with me, to give me strength.
and then when you wake up??? do you still have all these things?
Yes! Of course! Hopefully, being awake and alive and vibrant… and noticing those things is life — I think.
This is reallly wicked, Becky–the repetition at the beginning of the phrases could get old, but it never does because each ending is so true and right, and the whole piece is just gobbled up and tastes good all the way down. loved it.
Thank you!
I am all giddy with your comment… I owe my big smile to you.
The e.e. cummings quote ties it all together perfectly. So whimsical, I like the way it flows 🙂
Thank you so much! I love that quote.
Ready for dreams now. Hope they’re as wonderful as yours. 🙂
Me too? Were they? 🙂
I think, the key is to make the awake as wonderful as the dreams.
There’s so much in sleep that heals and brings forth the day that we live and make our reality in. I think your catalog of things that sleep brings is so powerful because of the things that we often take for granted but probably should not. Those things that make our days greener and more alive.
Exactly! It’s those things that are always around that fill our days, I think anyway. Thank you.
“when I wake,
those dreams step aside as I look at the day…
I breathe,
my heart beats strong,
my grass is greener than anyone’s.”
i adore this poem and the last verse is stunning!
Love you!
*sparkly squishy hugs*
♥
🙂 Thank you so much dani!
this is beautiful, sugar. simply beautiful. (i’m gonna’ go shopping for a new pillow tomorrow!) xo
Ha! I hope your sleep was wonderful.
This was wonderful! So much of it was all the awesomely, magical dreams I used to have as a child and then there were the mud pies. Ahh, what wonderful memories this brought back to me. Sitting on the side walk in Texas, mixing the dirt up with water, decorating them with pretty stones, and working hard on the mud pies I just knew my mother would love. I’d come back and check them often as if they were really in the oven and then I’d scoop them up and run to my mother and she always took a big bite out of each mud pie. LOL!
I think the most wonderful things I remember about my childhood was that the dreams I had seemed so real and I sometimes even now I wonder did I actually fly with the fairies, did I soar I soar in the sky with hawks and dive into the sea and visit the mermaids in the underwater kingdoms. Yes, I think I did.
Even now I allow myself to dream and to fly and in the mornings when I wake up, I know the day will be good and I smile.
Be blessed.
I love those dreams where you actually have to take some time and sort out what’s real and what’s part of the dream. Thank you!