One Word

with midnight dreams we dance unyielding, i stir unwilling to awaken incessantly seeking You like virgin wings of the monarch, your shape gently unfolds i clutch the edges of slumber aware in my wakening you will be gone Again you have come before, tauntingly teasingly tendering talents only to vanish with the coming dawn stranding in your wake, blurred Images i pray one more heartbeat one more tick, one more tock one more time Together only with eyes closed my head pillowed can i see you Clearly i hold my breath sinews stilled by anticipation the weight of a thousand dreams Waiting at last! lyrical expressions birthed in the mist of dreams dangling before my outstretched Hands…Eyes one Word an impeccable, exquisite splendidly uncovered Word a preeminently boundless fantastically fortuitous aimlessly flowing Word ten thousand dreams flowed like sunless waters harboring sounds in the darkness musing and scoffing at the ancient Bard a creak and a groan hail the pre-dawn day as this merry minstrel swings his stocking clad feet upon the hard, cold Floor crooked and leathery fingers sweep sleep from weary eyes ere lifting his trusty quill and jaundiced parchment from the hollows of the black cherry Ark carefully, painstakingly, his pinkish tipped tongue pecks the dry tip of his plume (a habit of untold decades) eyes straining to capture focus Before— like a magician’s gold coin flowing from hand to hand the oneiric one Disappears he scribbles one word the barren parchment surrendering to his Touch the aging poet sits in silence revering one word weeping like raindrops on a willow tree a lonesome tear falls falling Fell the liquid glass plunges a final resting place upon the yellowed Parchment “what will you be?” he whispers to the moist word “what words will follow?” Creating— a sonnet singing Shakespeare’s ictus? how will i see You? a haiku? childish thoughts wasted on the one i have so Longed perhaps…an epic adventure before the wisp of life is swept Away will we journey to faraway lands? with endless horizons and bountiful botany donning fantastical Flora or kingdoms of pixies and pansies hobgoblins and sprites enchantresses and evil Queens a land of watermelon wines and licorice vines throw in a baritone bullfrog or Two a place with a beginning, “once upon a time” a middle none too wearisome i Beg a grand finale scholars will anticipate hoping my story ever ends spewing clever critiques with no room to cause me Dread one Word kindling the imagination of poets and Lyricists one word borne in the night an invitation to begin writing Again

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