Two dreams, two poems

Perfection

In the dream I heard:

Every moment in time,
every blade of grass,
the way the sunlight dances
on your face
and you don’t know it,
but I do and I see it
for what it is: Perfection. 

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Glowing embers

In the dream I heard:

Deep within the heart of life,
in the essence of who I am,
there is one who tends
the sacred flame,
whose hands can hold
the glowing embers
and whose gentle breath 
coaxes them back to life 
when pain dampens their burning. 

--Stuart Higginbotham