La Metropole de Reves

translate: the metropolis of dreams

Fog misting from sewer grates
As life at a traffic light waits.
My feet fall on a crowded sidewalk,
Listening to all the suited men talk
In the New York way to someone miles away.
I’m a stranger in a foreign place.
Anyone who bothers to look
Can see it on my face.
I make a single stop
From this madness
Day in
Day out.
Stop in a coffee shop.
See your familiar face just as out of place.
Steam misting across the table top.

I’ve had this dream
Which I’ve been dreaming for a thousand days.
When day light comes
And my eye lids part
All that I can do is pray.
Maybe one day these dreams will come true.
Maybe with days apart, our love for one another grew.
So much,
And is such that we cannot stay away
One from the other.
I’m hoping that your heart will smother me.

Your eyes lighting upon my face
Blinding in that dim lit café.
We talk from across the mahogany
Until finally they ask for us to leave.
No one is there in the usual three ring fair.
The sidewalks have no one, save for us.
Roaming paths in Central Park
My hand clasped with one it trusts.
These buildings that tower,
Conversing with
Empires
And states.
No fee on the ferry.
Just you next to me.
Floating towards a forgotten borough.
Finally your lips light on me.
And I think it is then when we truly pass under liberty.

Have you had this dream
Which I’ve been dreaming for a thousand days?
When day light comes
And my eye lids part
All that I can do is pray.
Maybe one day, these dreams will come true.
Maybe with days apart, our love for one another grew.
So much,
And is such, that we cannot stay away
One from the other.
I’m hoping that your heart will smother me.

© 2010 Dennis Shanaberg

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Lorraine

It wasn't exactly what I was expecting it to be. As I was reading this, I noticed the gradual change from talking about the city and then yourself, and then a loved one and suddenly about a dream. The shifting is nice and natural, and what's unexpected is that it starts out with the title implying that it's probably about a city or something urban but it ended with an implication that it really doesn't matter when and where, so long as the lovers are together.

Keep Writing. ^___^