I share my secrets with you --
Well I share most of them.
But not all.
I can't share all of them;
Not in letters-- not in type on a screen.
Nor by telephone or text.
Some secrets must be shared face to face,
If spoken aloud they might shatter,
They must be whispered like sweet nothings
In embraces and intimacy
Held in those little moments when the world stops
And only our hearts keep beating.
I share my secrets with you --
Well I share most of them.
But not all.
As if asleep within a nightmare,
My eyes and tongue to taste the char,
Which blackens the eyes and burns the hair,
With gentle dreams now bearing the scar.
With light of voice and sure of foot,
Cupids wings did surly float,
Sending my love across the moat,
Descending the stars as if by boat.
From which this dream I did awaken,
Not from eyes that still do tremble,
But from my breast, which has been taken,
As if by he who becomes an angel.
Calming my mind and soothing my soul,
To he I turn when I am not whole.
The daylight is yours.
Your future is in that sunrise
And its indiscriminate scorch,
Even as it eats and burns away
At my frail rice paper dreams.
Misinterpreted premonitions
Elude and finally escape me--
A prayer to my lost gods;
Please, forgive a fated fool
For so very truly dreaming
Of what was never mine to have?
I can't even repent.
Give me shadows
And dreamless nightfall,
I can't face the dawn
--not any more.
As August crept in,
The wideness of the skies above
Became a perfect storybook blue,
And I wondered how many dreams
I might chase across it,
How many more might wilt?
Evaporating in the heat,
Inconsistent, insubstantial ,
Mirages I cling to for a comfort.
I saw your eyes there above me--
Are you real,
Or did I just imagine you too ?
With your red waistcoat and brown jacket;
We shared biscuits and afternoon sunshine,
You charmed me and sang while I worked--
Yet remained so elusively camera-shy.