Days Dream
Fantasies float through the psyche
Replacing all thoughts of miscommunication
Infatuation and lustful Inspirations of a lesser form
Gurgle over closed eyes and slanted head
Leaning toward the floor
My pencil keeps tapping the side of the paper
Blank even though the mind is sprinting
Light-years per hour
Teachers keep screaming, it's really no great matter
getting A's doesn't help wealth
become saturated in front of me
Reality is what we make it
Quantum physics parallel themselves with simple stimulation
Recreating minutes of past enchantments
And prior engagements
I can barely remember my head on your chest
The beat beat beating of the affection throws off
The pulse of my dance
It's so long ago that we dreamt
In sync with the scent of his colonge playing with my flowery fragrance on the
pillow
Memories of purer days and longer nights
Butterflies floating up the stomach to embellish comfort of wet kisses
Butterflies are ridiculous now but i still think about them with a smile on my lips
So sentimental the ability to remember hinders
Revolutions of the minute hand
I am unable to step forward and move again
If I take a leap
Into the arms of another, will you still remember me?
Repairing of broken vases always show
The cuts and replacements of arteries and wounds that bleed
Internally though beneath it all the emptiness is still there
The haze is thick enough to let aspirations cut through
Too far away to let myself go
So close I feel the drifting of the heart and soul
Chattering birds keep chanting monotone drones
Spring time is close but the heart is still an Icebox
Beat-box filters through the door with
Adolescents too young to understand
That if I lift my head then it won't go down again
It's dangerous to assume I'm listening because I'm never there
Artistic muses fail to appear if sanity is near
Only once I start to open the eyes and breathe
Day-dreaming is never a crime
As long as I can revisit Sunday afternoons with open windows
Lay down again, close the mind and smell the perfume of the ghosts of time
Copyright © Bella Cardenas | Year Posted 2007
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