by Samuel De Lemos


Wood stained corridors

Flag raised fire

Embers of a wedding dress.

Through open windows

Strangers watching each other.

Wounded soldiers

treating unknown nurses.

Disembodied spirits flying

Through open doors

And open spaces.

Crystal clear blue

Sunny nights

The heavens are bright

Like a Napa Valley Indian summer.

aroma of cedar

Permeates the air.

Running through a valley of daisies

In full bloom

Footprints disappeared.

Caught between Heaven and Earth

I can see the water

The warmth of an invisible hand

guiding me through the air.

The bay is distant and cerulean blue

Is this God, I ask?

I recognize the hand.

Or am I just dreaming?