For Jon.

One day you will awaken to find
your new life is a never ending dream
and you are all to tired of sleeping.

One day you will open your eyes
and realize that the dreaming was the reality
and the reality was nothing but closed doors
and the dissatisfaction of events
that left you desolate.

You will find that your native language
is what you have known all along
the voice of your blood and expression
and only now are you learning to speak it.

You will find the dialect flowing from your tongue
onto the faces of drunken street merchants
spilled across vivacious dinner tables
kissing the waitress inside of her dimples.

Only your laughter will remain distinctive.
A ghost of your lingering past
a dis-ease accompanied by
candied lovers kept deep in your closet.

And then- you will find yourself-
six hours hitchhiked
staring across the ocean,
feet wet in rising tide,
and calling out-
only to find your echo
in words your mind can no longer decipher.

And in that sound-
you will find solace and memory
forgotten dreams and reality
sun-streaked secrets spun into your sanity
and release a sigh of holding on
as your hands relax in letting go.

You will find yourself walking down the highway
returning to the home you thought was not
and suddenly feeling an impulse
a flashing pull and ache in your chest.

You will turn south.
You will not look back.
You will not think twice.
You will make it on your own.

And you will learn to master
the art of lucid dreaming.