All in a day's work

That slow trickle of the happy sweat behind your ear is taken away by the calm breeze that gently parts your hair, reaching that tiny bit of salty sweat from your forehead to the back of you upper neck. Leaving you on that small piece of rock, content. For you've seen the day through, with that wall which was, just a while ago in the depths of your imagination and now so real.

Vivid

There was a dream,
A shadow that haunted me.
I run I crouch I scream
I was never heard
Every night it rose on my bedroom door.
I closed the door and waited for the sun, school, friends and laughter.
The nights grew longer and the shadow no less
Then one night,
I kept the door open, boundless courage calls
I step into the shadow
There is none
I venture into the hallway
I run I chase I scream
There is none
I’m in the dining
I’m into it deep I’m into it thick
I find a small white bulb, dangling from above
Peacefully lit
It dawns on me
It was never the shadow
It was the light
I run I crouch I scream
I was never heard

Mountains and Mirrors

With wide open arms, wind in my hair and head thrown back I ask,
How tall am I?
Mountains are like mirrors
There are no answers; there are just the same questions
I always wonder if I am asking the right question
I ask again
How tall am I?
My voice rings through the cool intrepid air.
While the clouds beneath coyly deflect my question,
The mountains ahead ask me back the same
A journey into the mountains is a journey into your mind
Answers are found in the echoes,
Echoes ask you better questions.
How tall am I?
I am as tall as the mountain on the otherside
I am as tall as where I stand