and the voice of someone now mute (poetry)

^{Your vision will become clear}

^{only when you can look into your own heart.}

^{Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.}

^{--  Carl Jung}

Half awake, near dark 

trying to recall what my mind was trying to tell me 

dreams of flying,  as I remember sliding down a hill

dreams of swimming underwater, as I recall so many afternoons sitting on a dock

standing at the bottom of a long staircase

looking up towards the top of a lighthouse

An art gallery with blank walls and empty benches 

A symphony, from an orchestra that no longer plays music 

the voice of someone I talked to for hours

now mute 

All of these are echoes,  all of them waves

of an ocean I cannot see across 

.