A Call of Longing
Everyone has one - a feeling that they've cherished since they could remember
For some people it's having a bite of grandma's homemade chocolate chip cookies
Or sneaking out with your special someone in the middle of the night
Mine happenes to be a breeze.
Whether I'm swinging at the playground, or
Hanging out at the beach,
Watching the tides of the ocean crashing upon the shore...
Or just rolling down a car window
As we drive on the highway during one of our many roadtrips
I long for that feeling, and I can't recall the last time I've felt it.
A small, gentle wind softly brushing against your face.
Sometimes I feel like I want to fly.
I bring up my arms and motion them as if I had wings.
When I do, the clouds of heaven open up to me, and I hear angels sing.
Like their own call of longing for me.
So I keep flying, to where I feel as if I were in a dream.
I fly and I fly and I fly till finally - I wake up.
I open my eyes and see a heart moniter and purple dotted orchids.
My dream was three weeks long and cost me two broken ribs.
It took me another three weeks to remember just when I last felt that certain breeze,
Realizing that life was too short and that I had given up.
With family, friends and help I was able to see everything clearly.
After much improvement, and beginning to become myself again
He brings me a gift - a long breeze that visited me through the night
As i lay in bed, awaiting to see what dreams may come.