Regaining My Words, Again

It has been
a long, long time.
The words were boxed up with my life.
I have walked down all these streets.
I have lived.
But...sometimes I find things.
Like...there's buried treasure there.
The world holds all these things
that were never imagined
because of the sheer exhaustion in my soul.
Well, I fell asleep.
I slept a long, long time.
But I am awake now.
I can see tomorrows and years
and they are beautiful
with all their multitudes and facets.
And you, you are like a light.
Maybe you will know this.
You will feel me speaking directly to you
from the farthest part of my heart,
reaching, longingly
to connect.
Or maybe you won't.
But either way, you are becoming nearer to my vision.
Sometimes, I ask if I am still asleep.
It was so long since the colors came through.
I lived in a black and white world.
I was wondering, aimlessly, looking for someone to help me paint it.
But, tried and tired, I fell asleep in the streets.
I'm on my feet again.
I am ready.
Have you ever seen so many beautiful colors?
I haven't.
And I am excited,
and I am scared,
and I am hopeful.