Posts Tagged ‘fantasy’

And so I have to put aside

what fantasies I had.

And so I must try to silence the voice

in me that says “I’m yours.”

And so I must try to look at you

without blushing.

I must try to fight the urge to hold your hand,

to fawn over your smile,

to talk to you

simply because I like the way you talk.

I feel sad,

though I shouldn’t.

I haven’t lost anything,

not really.

I’ve gained a friend.

That’s something.

So,

I’m alright.

Life, friends, is boring

only to those who make it so.

To complain of a friend’s plights

and gripes, and then complain

of being bored

marks a hypocrite

who has lost his inner child

who would see the great sea flash

and the blue sky and its cottons yearn

and dream

not of fantasy worlds,

but of the wonders here,

in his life.

-In response to Dream Song 14 by John Berryman

A tune reels in my head.

It is so familiar yet so unmatched,

I yearn for it

as every man and woman yearns for water.

I believe you are that tune.

Intruding upon everyday

steps on cement and blue carpet,

upon breaths made without thought,

upon blood drumming in ears- war drum

keeping balance between heart and head,

upon nights, moonlight deflected by drapes,

but fantasies not deflected

nor tune obscured

by darkness of room

or warmth of bed.

In the darkness

we found one another.

Somewhere in the land

of obscurity,

where laughter echoes across

a moor blended black

with the landscape whole.

Heat from obsidian,

the very air boiling to a haze

within such a place

ignited by two hands finding

each other

in starless dark

which melted with hills,

so no horizon existed.

There

we were part of the blackness.

We were together

so I could touch

and understand you,

and you, I.

And, invisible within the dark,

we said not a word.

We simply

were.