I hear heartbeats pounding on the bed,
against the floor,
through a thousand pillows separating
the cold from body warmth.
I hear you dreaming,
completing yet another concrete brick
somewhere in that analytical brain full of puzzles.
I hear the wind shifting,
swirling erratically through leaves, chimes, and
the water hitting the shore against the land.
I hear my brain shifting through consciousness
trying to make sense of things
that at 3 AM I cannot fix.
I hear my cells duplicating, expanding,
moving though the ocean of water inside.
I hear love entering from afar,
snoring in another dimension,
wishing I was there to witness the entrance
to life without judgment before and after birth.
I hear the whispering of the walls,
ancestors from here and there,
the universe, and my guides
while I can’t make sense of the voices
I sit quietly anticipating an answer
to all those things that in waking hours
do not ask questions.
But, through the witching hours
the noises of the galaxies all join forces
in our room…
while all I can do is reach out to you
to find support, grounding, and love.