Dreams of Convenience
Trembling heavy eyelids
drifting down,
To the beat of an epic,
a soothing sound.
The night has demanded its stay
in ebony echoes,
casting a thunderous storm
amidst the mystery of midnight.
This again? Yes, yes, it’s true,
the rain will drown even you.
Soft spoken statements
sit silently in my mind,
I’ve dreamt of you in your youth,
from a time long behind.
Long before we’ve met and
long before you knew life to exist.
Long before your brooding stare
turned to a hurried kiss.
My lips stood still,
they did but shiver
and against my will,
my thoughts then quivered.
Your glance was quite brief,
it shook in shock then looked away.
That was it!
I was left, despaired, dismayed.
Another dream proceeded,
like a hallucination of shiny ice,
a beautiful allusion of a poem.
In this ethereal world,
ghosts haunt on crooked advice.
There in the midst of gloom,
a fair beautiful woman
cried crystals through the doom
of lost love and time.
I tried to console her with words,
yet my tongue fumbled
and the sound became a mere chime
of a rolling rumble.
Her eyes were blank,
she did not blink
from the sky she drank
and dissolved, I think.
Night after nebulous night,
when the consciousness is at rest
darkness prevails my sight
and challenges reality to the test.
If I shall never see you again,
perhaps the time shall one day cease,
upon a poet’s mournful lament,
in your stare, I will release.
I shall let it be known,
like the sway of a gypsy’s hip,
the dancer with her preciseness,
the sensual turn of her lip.
She knows she’s entrancing
as her soft body is dancing
to the men eagerly glancing
at the exotic beauty advancing...
beauty is biased.
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