Poem and Art Inspired by Jeff Bridges: Sleeping Tapes
Shapes and colors spiral.
Sleep and nightmare.
Awake and dreaming.
The voices echoing in silence
A wonder…the birth of the universe.
What came before.
What force awoke the galaxy into existence.
If nothing existed, would nothing be something.
Darkness spirals closer into view
I’m floating motionless in flight
The ambient noise fills me completely
Memories flow sweetly by
A touch, a kiss, a worry, a celebration
I fight it weakly.
Spurts of images…
I feel the light fight
Burning my eyes
It is morning.