Feb third

 As the morning star stretched the sky into orange light,

the man who couldn't sleep 

closed his eyes 

and awakened in a dream.

...An open door lead him 

to a place that was familiar, but different.

A place that spoke of silence, yet he understood.

A place that held him like a lover, craving his taste.

A place that whispered without words, like the ocean.

A place that told time by the ticking of his heart, each beat an eternity.

His eyes touched each corner

waiting to remember,

who he was here.

Then 

A melody,

A song

A voice

Lifting the veil of quiet,

told him where to look.

I hope you smile into the sun's glow

and feel laughter on your lips once more.

I hope the wind plays with your hair, tickling your thoughts.

I hope your eyes hold the beauty of a reflection,

whose curves belong in your hands...

It continued, 

but he would soon fall asleep in the dream...

And so,

he awakened every morning

longing to know

the answer-

As he hummed a song he couldn't remember.