If I could dance my way
to the heart of sun,
or step through a portal
that led to any star,
I imagine the light that I’d see
would be a play of hues like these
that color the sky tonight.
I imagine I would travel
on music played by artisans
who drew their sounds
from the soul songs of angels.
Glistening crystals
that look like the year’s first snow
would shimmer all around me
sounding their silvery chimes.
I would find myself enveloped
in tenderness unlike any
that I had ever dreamed or known.
And I would finally understand
what my innermost heart
had always known to be true:
Each of us is real, and known,
and dearly, deeply loved.
Even me.
Even me.