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.

 

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