Collective Epiphanies

Inspired by a dream...

Cobblestones are burning beneath the street lights.
They say
we’re walking with too much friction.
We need to be cool.
The sky is choking clouds
and making faces at me.
Stop pretending to be and
just be.
We’ve already seen who you can be,
now, just be you.

As if trying to make more space for something
the traffic rearranges itself.
The streets have no idea what merging is
and the singing birds have not yet learned
that fire sirens aren't

their brethren's calls returned.

I told you there was something here
and laughing you twirled sunlight around your finger.
You painted the air with presence,
I still have trouble breathing.
If you put your ear against my chest
you can hear the ocean in my lungs
rising to the pull of your moonlight skin.
Your
gravity.

You laugh at me
when I tell you nice things.
You can’t take me seriously.
That’s why I do.

I get so lost sometimes
I almost know where I am again.
You catch me in your Rubix-kaleidoscopic eyes
and whisper under your breath,
This is just the beginning
Even if it’s the end of something else.

I wanted you to know,
it wasn’t always this beautiful.

You helped me notice.

Flocks of crayon colored static drips from stereo speakers
from beings caught between frequencies
of broadcasted solitude in-between radio stations.
A daydream is stuck in your head
as you hum a song
no one has ever heard.
Where did you learn to bend notes so beautifully?
You laugh at me again,
not taking me seriously.
Honestly.
We must have traveled here in a pensive hourglass.
The sand spinning like a halcyon tornado in our sleep,
saying,
Take your time.
You deserve it.

I forget things easily
so be patient with me, please,
because in this place, you hold 
all collective epiphanies.

I know I’m going to wake soon.

I close my eyes and wait for eternal to pass.
I can smell rain.
As each moment echoes off our breath like reverb
all six billion hearts beat at once and everything stops.
I feel your hand close around mine,
I hear you breathe to say something,
I open my eyes,
and everything
stops.

Author's Note

... I'm gonna miss her.
Here's daydream music.

Reviews

[Sabbath_Nikole]

What the hell dude. You just blew me outa the water with this stuff. spins sunligh around her finger? Rubix-kaleidoscopic eyes? You can hear the ocean in my lungs
Rising to the pull of your moonlight skin? Only a few of my favorite lines. Dude, i think i just fell in love with youuuuuu! Seriously, printing this s**t out and putting it on my wall for inspiration. A-f*****g-mazing. For real. Beautiful.

[Kenaz]

So real. Can I somehow obtain a book with everything you have in it?

[Crazy Cat Man]

inspired by a dream? nice......maybe i should write a poem inspired by my dreams....it would be the most bizarre poem ever..... great piece as always.

[GunMetal]

My dreams tend to be epics. Sometimes I get something nice, like this scene, that makes me wish I could go back.

[Southern Cross]

Be still my heart. Somehow I never knew guys could be this intense. This is one of my very favorites, not only today but all time. I could read and re -read it over and over again and never getting my fill.

[Alicia Beavis]

Your phrasing is just beautiful and combine that with your imagery, you've got a pretty awesome poem penned here.

Wonderfully done!

[afra]

beautiful and deep ...=)

[Danielle]

I just stumbled on to an amazing poet! People that can write as eloquently as this inspires my creativity, keeps me writing. Loved your poem!

[Corset]

I'm a firm believer, that no matter who you are, how hard you are, there is a soul that remembers your name, somewhere out there and wants to hold your hand.

[Tara]

Just beautiful. Your first stanza sucked me right in and it just got better from there.Reminded me that there are those rare people in life who make you see things in a whole new beautiful way. I will be reading more of you.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear GunMetal,

Sometimes it feels as if life is lived in a dream state. We wander through disconnected events and epiphanies. You present here a wonderful stroll through that landscape with all it seeming insights and feelings. The whole tone of the piece begs the question do we wake when sleep stops or merely enter another dream.

Greatly enjoyed.

Best regards,

Rick

[The Jay]

It sounds persuasive which is a rare. Good work!