It used to be that I dreamt every night...
Sometimes, I'll wake up and remember only a blur of lights and colors.
It seemed so strange at first.
I was astonished the first time someone told me they never dream.
How can you sleep and never dream?
That's absurd.
But, every so often, I'll notice my dreams begin to blend into my days.
On occasion I can't even distinguish the two.
I won't know if the image is real
or a fragment of a passing dream.
More and more when I think back to remember what was,
more and more the memory escapes me.
I'll only remember flashes of lights and colors.
And, yet, it never worries me.
It simply feels warm,
like returning from a fond dream.
At random, I'll seem to wake up during my already waking hours.
In those moments, I witness something remarkable.
It is as if everything stills. The entire world appears in perfect resolution.
The light and color harmonize; vision and product wholly aligned.
Gently, the crystalline facets start to fade from clarity.
A flash of light.
A blur of color.
A continuous dream.
My life.
Composed of nothing more than light and color.
To my sister, Tayler.
My first friend and cohort.
Who brings more light and color to this world than she knows.
May that light illuminate the way before you and the color create beauty around you.
I love you,
Michael B
