Dawning Poem by Mari Martin

Within the streams of sunlight
that gently paint the outline
of your sleeping body,
dancing particles of color
seem to move with each breath.

It is quiet here
in this world of what is now.
Thoughts once dreamed
are touchable.
Dreams not touched
are felt beneath my hands.

I listen to the music
that surrounds you,
drums that beat,
voices that sway in the air.
I find my own voice
knowing their songs.

A gentle voice touches my thoughts.
In all things there is purpose it says.
For now
that purpose lies beneath my touch.
For now
I hold the dream
that has for so long
been a part of me
and will always be
forever within.