A Dream-Her Questions

short story in peom format, it flows better this way

 

 

I had this dream

That I met him again

In an awkward play of avoidance

Till she lept on stage

Wanting to know more of him

Via me

She spoke endless questions

On whom he was, Before her

Our eyes never met

Slow he departed,

      Stage left

And she wanted desperate truth

My fingers lingering on old media discs

Her hands burnt to wrists and wringed flesh

Desperate for all he wouldn’t say

In a secluded white room

My mouth created

‘Would you believe that who he is now is a fake?

The person he can be is cruel and will leave you crying for more’

Such a blissful smile she offered

‘No.’

Tired orbs, un-worked muscle moving

‘You’re right. He’s an addictive dream far from reality.’

He is exactly as you believe him to be

Before my version of truth could take hold

She was gone, like light

I wondered on an empty stage

Knowing out time of then

Is done and never will be again

A single melting candle

Gives hope for some form to future

 

Author's Note

Cp. 9:22AM Sun 08/10/08 NM about last nights dreams, bout him, a breath, a step in to new steps, he�ll always be here that stain ain�t too horrid, I�ll do my best (Written, Sylph)

Reviews

[Prose-full]

i like the journey this took me on..what a dream..