Jun 022012
 

A poem I wrote about ten months ago- and forgotten I did. It’s definitely not my best piece of work, but I’m pretty proud of it, for some of the themes that I’ve learned to use more solidly since then.

On those confusing nights
In the wellspring of darkness
I dream

Of

The wind, gentle, omnipotent
Silent and cool as it slides through a
petrified world

the clouds, purple in the streetlights
hovering like unspoken words

The moon, reflected in a bowl at the base
Shivering, humming, no closer than the
lunar discus up above

the stars, falling tears in a band of white
all the regrets and fears
Resentments I refuse to cry over any more

Wouldn’t it be wonderful?
To hold your hand and not be scared of the
Truths we can’t admit to ourselves
All I want is to go back to your city,
your house,
your arms

All these bitter thoughts
Welling up when the candles go out
And the moon slips away
On those confusing nights
in the wellspring of darkness
I dream

in

Pearlescence, sometimes silver, sometimes not
reflection off of every goddamn surface like
a hall of mirrors

Lavender and indigo, mourning, anger. I forgive
you for all of the things I can’t forgive myself for

Pale blue, like the water in pools, the one color
I accept of my own. Still and blameless, an unending, unchanging sky

Soft blond and faded green, I welcome your eyes
Burning away all my unacknowledged pain

Wasn’t it wonderful?
Walking on the shore, your hand in mine
Spilling secrets to each other and the night
I woke up that night, I found the half I’d lost
and didn’t know I was missing

So I dream of you
feeling as shredded as I
feeling the gaps in the weaving of the day
I miss you
I won’t love another the way I do you
So in all the lonely nights
I dream, and yearn for you

I fell in love that night
You called my sleeping heart awake
Now it beats for you
I’ll come back to your city, your home,
your heart,
your arms.

And catharsis lurks in the rhythm of your words
Stemming the bleeding, dulling the pain
Tearing the scars open when parting came
Your face rings clearly in my dreams
I’m not broken there
On all the lonely nights
Wrapped in the wellspring of darkness
I dream, of you

I love you.

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