Saturday
18Apr2009
dreamtime
Sat, April 18, 2009 her leaving.
it brought many things in its
taking away.
a desperate thirst for dreamtime, be it love, death or both,
it hung, a colossal canvas, wet,
once stretched and ready for more layers of color.
too precarious to reach its watery belly, an inverted breast.
suspended between the thinnest bamboo shoots
as you were, my sprout.
tears replenishing fresh like wind
canvas fibers heaving, bloated.
begging.
to please make the dense hollow whole, warm.
hold me in my waking my sleeping
then tell me both times that you did
and how my damage is not your fear.
It was not a lot to dream.
For a woman who stopped dreaming.
Reader Comments (3)
She is..this is..you are beautiful.
Love,
If you knew how many nights
I've been sitting by your bed
Running fingers through your hair
While you're alseep.
Everytime I call your name
Or softly whisper in your ear
You turn around to look for me
And no one's there
I know you're lost without me
Wondering where I might be
I'll be waiting just around the corner of your eye
Like an angel watching
Meet me when you're dreaming
I'll be waiting just around the corner of your eye
Where ever you are
Where ever you go - I'll be around
I'll be around just want you to know
There's a song playing in every heart beating
In a key that unlocks every door
There's a time for knowing
And it's all your wishing for
But in the meantime don't let anybody take
Your dream away.. fly
I'm always with you
I'm okay
I'll be waiting just around the corner of your eye
Like an angel watching
I'll be waiting
I'll meet you at the rainbows end.
my friend, you will dream together again....in time.
until then your truest love that trascends all boundaries in this world will search on....
she will be seen in places that bring you peace, hold onto those moments to sustain you until your soul filling love is reunited.
loving you always, Luc