in your hair

awakening from slumber
but grasping at the last, reluctant
remaining tendrils of sleep 
as they cling to existence before
dissipating like the wispy steam 
rises 
from the coffee mug 
left on the counter 
untended, stoic, bold
untethered transition state
lazily swirling up and away
all around
visible to invisible
there but not.

i dreamt of your hair
i was in it 
i was small and it was all around me
i had a sense that something was ever flowing
surrounded by you
within you. 

drowning in the waves yet floating
up 
bound and free
it was calm and turbulent
a diametric opposition
surreal reality
all at once
it was
something and nothing
crashing into the cacophony of silence
the strands entwined
over and under me
part of me
all over me. 

we hadn't met yet except in that dream
in that place where time and space
don't exist
in that place, like many other places
where the confines are defined 
in a mind 
open to meaning and being
ourselves
two kinds, stories separate and distinct
floating like steam
it was all a dream
it was an intense but freeing kind of dream. 

Those are the feelings I remember. 

Photo by Becca K. Tarter on Unsplash

*special thanks to S.V. for lyrical inspiration