untitled
Still tethered to my dreams
We’re you alone before ?
I guess I never thought of you that way
No one notices the negative space around life
I never did, anyhow.
What have you got from me
that I can’t leave without ?
That weird boom of isolated thunder last night ?
I told you I loved you there,
And in A Roar from high up near & far
You can’t hear it. Just know it happens
And it’s for you.
If you can trust me
I will keep this
I’ll tend to this like you would
Tend to a fire thats keeping you alive
Like a fire that’s putting a signal off into the hills.
Though I didn’t know it at the time,
I am at the center of the world ,
one of the special places.
There’s no limit to
what I want
And take.
A circle of starts hang overhead
Your sense of dread is so finely tuned
That I could laugh until I cry
What a relief to find you’re like me
Your jokes were so clear
that they seemed to come from the future
Finding the ghosts in things
You lean over,stroke the roof of my mouth
My mind ticks into oblivion
My blood buzzing now and then
A chain link of good, dark memories
I’ll tell you that I love you
Every day if I want to
I’ll intone the phrase in my own mind
Finding new and more meaningful ways
Each time
Just try and stop me.
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I have this notion of dreams being almost like the Internet. You log in as you fall asleep, sort of an unconscious wifi, sounds odd I know. Quantum entanglement actually supports this idea, you can dream your own dream or be in someone elses. So, you can be dreaming but still in someone elses dream, which is why it’s odd and surreal. Nice idea for a poem.
Neat. I like that. Though not exactly what I was going for, it is similar.
I like this. Very mystical