Saturday, June 14, 2008

This dream I had

A Midwinter Night’s Dream

You have invaded my dream’s state
Destroyed the lovers past, present,
Conquered the subconscious images,
And replaced every thought with your visage.

Destroyed the lovers past, present
With a single tender kiss and somber touch,
And replaced every thought with your visage,
As we lay in a sea of red silk and roses.

With a single tender kiss and a solemn touch,
You have once again taken control of my mind
As we lay in a sea of red silk and roses
And my pen can write nothing but your praises.

Love has once again taken control of my mind
With a southern scent this northern flower
And my pen can write nothing but your praises
Your beauty unbound outshines all in the field

You southern scent a northern raised flower
Estranged sweet dove that stays a winter’s distance
Your beauty unbound outshines all in the field
Wayward wanderer, journey to my arms

Estranged sweet dove who stays a winter’s distance
What are you looking for, where is your nest?
Wayward wanderer, journey back to my arms
That are mature enough to hold you now

What are you looking for, where is your nest?
Why do you refuse to embrace old poems
That are mature enough to hold you now
When “out of reach” is no longer literal

Why do you refuse to embrace old poems?
Those written in adolescent confusion
When “out of reach” is no longer literal and chronicle
Back when I would be your diary, of lovers



Those written in adolescent confusion
The only expression of external consolation
Back when I would be your diary of lovers
And when I prized my second place ribbon

The only expression of external consolation
I would stroke your hair, so lightly each strand
And when I prized my second place medal
Which I shined and wore proudly, to feel close

I would stroke your hair so lightly each strand
And in your slumber I hoped you smiled
And I shined and wore smiles proudly, to feel close
Walking slowly with crossed lumber on my back

And in solace slumber I hoped you smiled
For me maybe not, but truly for him
As I walked slowly with crossed lumber on your back
All led to streams on soft sunken banks

For me maybe not, but for him,
Heart beats grew faster, bodies grew fonder
But all led to streams on soft sunken banks
A bounty on heads without warnings

Heart beats grew faster, bodies grew fonder
And after left in solitary silence made
A bounty on heads without caution
Leaving your dowry fragile and empty

And after left in solitary silence made
Future endeavors hot and clammy
Leaving your dowry fragile and empty
And amongst all lovers you stand alone

Future endeavors hot and clammy
As you again cross freedom lines
And amongst all loves you stand alone
As foreign tides carry your favor to unknown lands

As you again cross freedom lines
Further than the longest arm could grasp
Foreign tides carry your favor to unknown islands
Where you shed old skins for newer coats




Islands further than the longest arm could grasp
Hidden between the common grass and dandelions
Where you shed old skins for newer coats
Where you wore fragility on your cuffs

Hide among the common grass and dandelions
And hope that no one can find you
Where you wore fragility around your neck
And continued to wander ignorant of purple mountain passion

And hope that no one can find you
To escape to the night light waiting on for you
Or continue to wander ignorant of purple mountain passion
Where I wait willing and wanting in silence

Escape to the night light waiting for you
As I stare at the moon beams and wonder
Where I wait willing and wanting in silence
Until the wind guides a lonesome note to my window

As I stare at the moon beams and wonder
How soft this southern comfort could be
Till the wind guides in a lonesome note
Slips into intoxication which amplifies it

How soft this southern comfort could be
The tenderness flows inside and hopes drift
Slips into intoxication which amplifies it
And create dreams in a bottle

The tenderness flows inside and hopes drift
Into a midnight’s slumber to comfort
And create dreams in a bottle
Which are untouchable, only imaginable

Into a midnight’s slumber to comfort
And delight those subconscious images
You are untouchable, only imaginable
You have graced my dream state.

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