The Stranger in Dreamland

 

Sweet Rabbit, 

   Visiting me in Dreamland 

 An incredibly soft demeanor, 

   Blended into. 

A longing met, 

   By unspoken words 

      Dripping between our fields. 

You were notable

    and notably 

  In my space. 

  Passed around a courtyard in dance, 

    One man after another...

    Vying for my attention. 

Internally I smiled, 

   Lit up by the love that was blossoming between us, 

  Nameless though you are now. 

Everything that you were; curious above the rest. 

In my space, as if magnetically drawn in 

   By that ever mysterious form, 

      We call love. 

I had hardly just met you, 

  Yet there you were; 

Every muted intention, 

    Of staying, curiosity bending your branches 

       Into mine, 

         While vines from you 

            Wove throughout mine

The unspoken notion of being in love;

   No falling involved. 

No fear. No angst. Just gratitude. Just the Divine knowing growing from within, 

  And I could feel in you that too, 

    Which was blooming in me. 

Empathic telepathy. 

  No need for those words, 

     Just yet. 

And that is why, Rabbit, 

   I panicked. 

Panicked when you left. 

  And no word from you on your phone? 

I felt my heart shatter, 

   Like the resonance of letting go- 

      Echoing vehemently, 

         Sitting there in the knowledge of the panic

    No return on your phone. 

And dear stranger, whom I'd grown THAT close to, in so little time we ran along, 

Mustering friends, meeting you, 

  And along the shops we roamed. 

So little time, 

   And yet, 

  A meeting of two souls... (the soul)

And that is why, 

   I panicked so...and went around and told 

I told them you were not responding; 

  I could feel the death in my soul...

Yet out of nowhere, your friend had said, 

"He got back to me, 

  He is alive and well. " 

And then Little Rabbit, 

   Stranger at all, no more...

You came back to me, 

   Just right before...

Just before, 

I'd awake once more. 

Was it a vision My Strange New Love, 

   Or was it simply metaphor? 

What an honor 

  It was to meet you, 

     It was to love you, 

Before I had to open the eyes 

   Of realities door. 

And this time, 

 no, 

  Because no tragedy was lost, 

No I did not feel your death, 

  

  Rather had I been in hours loved 

More 

  Than the deaths of my waking breaths. 

If anything, 

  You were an angel dear, 

And I awoke still being loved. 

And perhaps now, 

  I can carry you with me, 

In this life , as I muster up. 

A perfect stranger, 

   Or perhaps a love beyond 

It wouldn't matter so much now, 

  Compared to such a bond; 

Gratitude of Reverence. 

  Meeting you, 

    An honor of my life...

Nameless Rabbit, 

  Curious, and gorgeous and kind...

You had stolen my heart, 

   After just a few hours spent in Time. 

It is hard to put words to it in fact...

   Though here, I might have tried. 

But it rests in me now, as You, 

   And the love that became, 

       Between you and I.