i dreamed a little dream.. it came to me in whispers and breaths of fleeting thoughts .. heavy and wordy and formal and crisp all at the same time...
and when i dreamed this dream.. i saw myself standing there.. unaware that i was watching me.. and watching the dream.. the dream moved forward.. it lived through me.. it breathed through me..
so in my little dream i stood .. hands outstretched.. reaching.. waiting.. feeling for something.. for someone.. for Him.. He had to be there.. just beyond my reach... waiting for me.. i could see me grasping at the air.. fingertips fluttering through the atmosphere .. dancing along feeling for His skin.. and yet, He evades my touch..
this little dream is so real.. im so real.. and He's so real.. He moves all around me.. just to the left.. and.. just to the right.. around and under my hand..
i can see my face.. how earnest it is.. panicked almost at first.. frustration sets in.. frustration and anger.. im watching myself grow weary of the hunt.. weary of fumbling for the evasive one.. weary of standing there alone..
my little dream moved on.. and then.. a funny thing happened.. i watched myself turn .. turn my head towards me.. how could this be? i turned my head and looked and i could see myself.. i was watching me..
in the mirror.. in my dream.. and he was gone.
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