Dakota

a nostalgic love poem

it is foolish to believe that the man you went to sleep with

is the one to whom you awoke

for in the dark night he became a traveler

and journeyed through his own mind's land

in a dream

in his second life

the life that you can never see

and when he awoke to the morning sun

and his lover's arms

my arms

he was a thousand miles wiser and in his eyes

he was still far gone