Notes About The Poem
Just a little scibble that came to me in a 'moment.'
Painting by Tomasz Rut
The night we made poetry
Last night,
I had a dream -
after so long,
I saw your face..
Those eyes looked straight at me.
I felt emotions not felt for so long -
like I was the moon,
my tears fell like stardust.
Finally,
I began to breathe,
sleeping but walking awake -
before you took me in your arms.
One soft touch,
I was floating,
lost the sense of existence -
time was frozen
as you carried me through marigold horizons
I felt - everything would be all right -
in angst there was contentment -
for a moment I was happy -
as you sang me a song
then
you paused in a sweet gaze
I still recall your lips move closer
before we touched - motionless.
Lost in clouds,
tongues wrote sonnets
for angels to recite -
but they found shame
in unmetered rhymes.
We walked upon ascending stairs,
until we reached majestic gates -
then you let go of my hand.
The sun was cruel at dawn,
I awoke once again alone -
with scarlet marks left on my mouth
and your sweet scent left behind -
but you were gone.
I wondered if you would return
for one final kiss - maybe a slight touch
slowly, time stopped ticking -
upon my last breath
I pondered if you would read my poems -
just like the night we made poetry.
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