I had a Dream (Tenth Night)

I had a dream

an impressed

desire to fly

if only for you

I don’t know why

your wings were broken

my angel held captive

under azure sky

as the host of heaven

passed us by

you wept

and it broke me to see

your feathered heart so fragile

I wanted to hold you

pull you in tight

tell you it would be alright

but how could the I

who had given up the dream

of flight

utter those words

with each tear shed

I realized just how much

I had always

wanted to fly

for you

to never crumble away

should I like Daedalus

craft you wings of wax

so you could leave me

fallen under the sun

leaving me to mourn

your crumpled remains

I wanted you to be safe

I wanted you to be happy

I wanted you

deprived of wings

as a cruel joke

I could appreciate things

which the airborne

would never see

I weaved a basket

to hold you and me

a canvased envelope

to hold both our dreams

pouring everything into

crude cloth

with only the hope

that you’d stay with me

weeping as only

a broken angel can

I whispered my desires

inadequate to fill

this envelope for two

above our heads

still I told you of my love

knowing you didn’t believe

but I needed to say it

to tell myself that

there could be something

for us

without any wings

trusting our flight with another

afraid of fear consuming us

taking this chance

to slip away

under an audience of stars

for once

you had more than a nightmare

you believed

if only a little

in what we could be

so in our dreams

the balloon ascended

leaving the world far behind

looking down in awe

we could see angels

once regal

majestic in their billowed wings

struggling below

so precarious

as if wings could crumble away

like salt on the wind

I never realized how difficult

it was to have wings

when all you want

is to hold someone else

while struggling to stay aloof

unable to fly with another

to fly for another

I gazed into your emerald eyes

that I could see clearly

for the first time

suddenly aware of how close

our frosted breath was

and how effortlessly

we soared through heaven

to wherever we desired

which was where we were

with each other

pushing back your hair

I did more than brush your lips

no longer afraid

losing myself

in more than a dream

in your arms

grateful to have never

been born with wings

so I could be borne here

with you

Reviews

[Kuandio]

I thought I had read these in order? It seems you added this one in between the two I had reviewed

nice line - "under azure sky as the hose of heaven passed us by"

I wonder who is talking, and to whom? The dreamer to a mortal, or the person who is awake to the dreamer? or a dreamer to a dreamer?

nice line - "losing myself in more than a dream, in your arms"

one of the strongest things about these poems are the layers of meaning that one can find. I don't know if you intended it that way, or it just kind of happened, but it makes the poems quite interesting. However, compared to the others in this series, I'd definitely have to say this one is on the weaker side. The meaning is much more straightforward, less mystery. It's still good though

[Nusquam Esse]

You are correct about me adding this in later on... I am intending to make twenty-one of these eventually. Been on a bit of a hiatus for the last month or so, since the holidays are coming up and RL responsibilities are looming... (So I have admittedly neglected writing and reviewing on here). But yeah, I only got a third of them done, but I was 'aiming for the first half of them to be about letting someone into your life, and the warm feelings they would introduce to an otherwise unfeeling heart... and then the second half, dealing with losing that person, and the stages of despair and numbed acceptance... All of them obviously need some editing, but for the most part I was aiming for a variety of emotions, complexity, and for an occasional awkward transition. But yeah, I like to keep it a little ambiguous, and to skirt around between intellectual and emotional depth; the lack of punctuation is used to make transitions between ideas flow in a 'dream-like' manner, and to make the connections between words and ideas more free and open to interpretation. Just me delving into experimenting with free-form surrealism. I honestly wrote the initial form of this one as straight up prose, so I can see how it would come across as weak, since its metaphors where so much more simplistic.

[Alisa Js]

Aloha,

I love how the persona in this piece brings the reader into his heart and mind, sharing the most intimate things...

Quite consuming in a very emotional way.

Loved this one!

Alisa ;-)

[Jennie Baron]

Positively breathtakingly beautiful in every way. Brilliant!