Night Goggles

When shadows

you know

step and shine

on shadows you don’t,

you might see what

Vishnu once saw:

The creation of all earth,

of all life,

a dream-

bound together

in joy and tears,

the codas caught

frozen in time

and left for later,

like an old

high school yearbook

boxed somewhere

up in the attic.

And somehow,

in this restless

night of shadows,

of shopping malls

and trips to the dentist,

with each grinding

wear and tear of  the

karmic wheel’s turn,

you gaze upon

love’s sleeping face,

and see at last that

dreams once dreamt

can never be replaced.