Dreamland

I have you in my dreams
to help convince me
to not want you when I wake.

Though I fear my dreams have
brought no convincing.

For there I’m able to wander the depths of you
and we are able to play with possibility
forgetting our harsh existence for a few hours.

We stretch these hours as far as they go
for a choice awaits us in the morning:

Become a dreamer forever numbed by the illusion of sleep
or be reminded that you will never be mine in this life.

And so I hold to our dreams together
for at least there I know the thought of holding you.
For at least there I have you
Or something like you.
Even if it’s just a dream.

Endings

They say…whoever they is
They say all good things must come to an end
An end.
Maybe only endings mark the good things.
the new things, the beginning things.
but even more those things end.
All good things end.
Your touch, your look never ends but is always ending.
If only I could grasp that last touch
that last momentary glance
Maybe then I could make it last forever
But even forever must end.
For all good things come to an end.
That first spark is just that, a spark
fleeting, intense, gone.
And what does it leave in its place?
A completely unsettling desire to avoid all endings.
but if only through endings
do we seek the new…
Maybe endings brought me to you.

Impossibility

I miss the warmth that I felt from my hands to my heart
as they carefully found the creases in your flesh
that had been lonely for years.
The pure heartbeat of your body connecting two souls
and creating an unlikely melody.
But within that deep stillness doubt creeps
Creeps under the pillow and between the strands
of tangled hair that fell all the way to the floor
Is this but a dream?
Is this what is meant by impossible?
Yet we dream
entangled in our impossibilities
Skin pressed so tightly so tightly
So tightly that even heaven cannot know the
difference between you and I.