A Dream Monica Reality

A Dream !!! Monica - Reality ?. Flakes of gold permeate my hours, diamond dust shrouds my time. Snow streaked, golden haired, Autumn green eyed beauty – my rhyme doth speak of – I try and get past all this glitter, in order to find what is past ?, what is above ?, what is !, in this beautiful mind. A beautiful mystery to me, is what I see in the enigmatic you. In doubt, – with much uncertainty – I know not what to do. With patience and understanding ?, is this what will bring through, to the surface, all that you keep buried deep within – away from me too ? Autumn green eyes, with flakes of gold, hide – diamond dust covers reality. Emotions stifled – like ghosts caught in reflections – never seem to touch me. A world of experiences I have heard, I understand, I have come to see, Yet all that comes to light, into sight, does not let her be, does not set her free. Could reality be ?, she has nothing for me, – it will never, to be shown, heart felt, expressed affection, loving emotion, desire for more – I’ve known, yet in spite, I know that within the deep caverns of her frozen heart, lies a spirit – that upon finding the essence of its expectations – flies to the unattainable, holds tightly closed, the doors to her heart, never wide, does she open, to let in, never shares the gold flakes, diamond dust she hides behind that tough façade she has painstakingly created from inside to protect that fragile little girl – buried deep within – from a ride back into the depths of a life that family, experience, lovers have created, that have steeled her heart, her resolve, and maybe even fated by powers greater than anything we mere mortals are able to comprehend ? And so, life – I feel for me – will be a heart breaking comedy to its end. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Reality Becomes the heart ache, the pain in the pit of my soul – the loss of – not having ! The sadness I feel when parting, may come on the wings of knowing – having experiences, with any depth, may never – for me – become a reality. B. J. “A” 2 October 22nd 2006