Reminders.

I caught a twinkle in her eye.

She stopped me in my way.

Amid the sunlight spilling over this new day.

We, the early morning folk mopping up its rays
Grateful for a hint of Summer's mess
My pockets empty, but my heart, no less
Full,
With possibility
I know I will make it through this...

For mornings yawn with hope
And sparkle with the stardust
Strewn, left behind
From the night time's dream boat
Trolling the subconscious, the higher mind
For magic to make-manifest...

So awake now, we captains of imagination!
Awake, we cowboys and cowgirls of free thought!
Awake with what we have discovered
And let us ride toward the sunset
Abandoning all we have been taught
So that we may look at life through the lens of sheer wonder once more...

And with this, I landed back in my body.

Amid the sunlight spilling over this new day.

I smiled back at her,
Tracing the lines of a life's map, now rich with age
Toward the treasure; a pair of sparkling eyes.
And on top of these, I saw my reflection in her glasses...
My map, far less formed
But containing the same treasure
Blinking,
Twinkling...
Caught!

Reminders.

Of our dream weavers.
Our intangible counterparts.
They visit us in the most ordinary of places
So that those who have forgotten their sparkle
May awake, as they recognise that unspoken magic in eachother's faces.