Wake up, Mark.
\nForever is over.
\nI\u2019ll draw the curtains on the window.
\nYou are sleeping.
\nYour language is sleep.
\nLike a ball of dream assembling
\nits shadows.
\nDid you enjoy the swim
\nin your mother\u2019s sea?
\nThe silence that turned to sound.<\/p>\n
The gifts added one by one
\nto your soul.
\nThe shape of a body.
\nGills turned to lungs.
\nFins that became your feet.
\nThe pearl of light
\nthat becomes your thought.
\nThe shore, longer than any other
\nthat we share.<\/p>\n
A long time ago I was there,
\nwhere you are now.
\nHow could I know
\nthat you would follow me to this place,
\nas I follow each and every other
\nwho made me into life?
\nMark, you are so beautiful,
\nas are all the others.<\/p>\n
However we are made,
\nI don\u2019t know,
\nexcept when you touch
\nand reach me by another way,
\nand everything is changed again,
\ngrown bigger,
\nmore full of light.
\nMore windows to look out
\nto see where you are,
\nlearning to walk,
\nspeak,
\nplay,
\nand touch me again
\nwith a flower when I go.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Wake up, Mark. Forever is over. I\u2019ll draw the curtains on the window. You are sleeping. Your language is sleep. Like a ball of dream…<\/p>\n