Saturday, May 3, 2025

Dreaming Rains

 


There is no easy fate- 

  Only Life after the fall. 

I went to bed, screeching your name- 

  Every dream reached

      Shakes me, 

          Body & Soul. 


Perhaps the words that came to you, 

    Are like our words of old: 


 Tales of Consumption, 

                   Possession, 

                   & Bondage

    As my surrendered Ruin 

      Seemed ever our mutual goal. 


This though, 

    Like all my dreams, 

          depicts another story told, 

As I'd wake up, 

      in tears once again, 

  and behind my chest, 

     

                         A Hole. 


It would turn, that when, I finally slept

   The Sunrise, 

         Had also wept. 

 For upon my wake, the sky is grey

   and the asphalt cold, shaded... & wet. 



I knew, 

  You met me, 

        Where you could reach me. 


(And) In this dream...

          How frantically distraught, thrashing, I became. 

   Because I knew again, 

                     You had to leave.


(But) This one was differential, 

      For you came to me. 

 

(And) This one was different, but still, embossed, 

     With all the distance, 

            and all the loss: 


      Another wedding, had to be made. 

  You arose from your bed, as soon as I entered the room; 

        Your space, 

       as if you were waiting for me this morning. 


And as I jetted through, 

  I found in another room, 

    A note you gave...

    A surprise for me. 

A simple & Sweet phrase, that warmed my heart 

  As melted to Love...


It was then, you entered 

      on your own, 

   the Silence in the room, 

      Radiating unsaids and unknowns. 

  I think you even held me...

    Before you knew, 

         We had to go. 


And I lost it! I did! 

    I lost it all! 

I broke down and I cracked. 

I knew there would be no making the wedding...

  Because I knew there would be no retrieving my soul back, 


        Once you left. 


  Eyes Open and Jolted. 

Waking exhausted and irrevocably sad. 

    That's when the tears welled up in real life 

         A well in my eyes...


And upon looking 'out my window, 

    

       I found too, 

 

      The Sky, had cried. 





          

   

      

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