"An Afternoon's Midnight Reverie..."

This is the last of “The Café Series - Life As We Live It.”

 

Fading, fading ...expanding mist,

hints of every thing no longer near

yet still ...dear... wish-full, wistful

will-o-wisp tears falling, flowing

seeping into fingertips

trembling lips

eyes-so-lost in their nows

that tomorrows are just more empty yesterdays

and ...and ...damn I miss you so.

I’ve never wondered where life goes

- just the time it took with it…

 

How long have we all searched for “Mary’s”,

Or even “The absolute greenest eyes
I’d never seen.”  Searched for meaning,

for moments, for dreams, for strength,

for heart, for lil nothings that never mean a damn

- but to our very, very selves.

 

How many, many stars there are

in the diamond nights… of every sky…

 

 

“An Afternoon’s Midnight Reverie…”

 

I can hear the rushing sea

as your heartbeats rasp within

and feel as clouds go scudding by

how your hair weaves the sunlight

into dreams of golden hues

and rainbows’ light

…again.

 

I taste my world’s existence

on lips within my mind

…lips - behind my eyes

…lips… as my fingertips pause

and their echoes fade into life’s mysts.

 

And then… then I feel

your eyes -

eyes glancing back, then in

into mine

 

Eyes... that glance and find

…me - here where I’ve ever been,

eyes that draw and hold sooo tight

that light flecks loose from what IS me

  and slowly tumbles the weathered cheek

  til falling free

  finds

  hands so lightly, gently

  caringly twined

  in mine

 

and there

…two dreams merged

into one

and the I’s - our I’s unfocused

  joined and held

 

moments - just …moments

touching

touched

knowing it’s a dream

just - a - dream

but…

…but…

    

and the sun ...laughed

and the sidewalks ...paused

- and no longer went past

and the tables

-  the tables G L I S T E N E D

and shimmered in delight

as the very air ...glowed

while the sky's tears moistened the windows

with soft flowing smiles

 

such...

such is the wish of heart

in silly lil Café dreams

 

Chris

Author's Note

Feel free ...as always

Reviews

[Beccy]

Always will, I enjoy good poetry.

[Beccy]

Simply exquisite.

'and the sun ...laughed
and the sidewalks ...paused
- and no longer went past
and the tables
- the tables G L I S T E N E D
and shimmered in delight
as the very air ...glowed
while the sky's tears moistened the windows
with soft flowing smiles.'

Those are among the most beautifully surreal lines I have ever had the pleasure to read.

Beccy.

[Chris]

Good morning Beccy...nice of you to pause.

[Yuppitsme]

Chris
I cannot even begin to list everything that pulled me into this poem and held me there (ever so gently!)....but I'll pick out a couple of most awesome items:

First, I loved your use of our senses...I especially love this line:
"I taste my world's existence
On lips within my mind". REALLY great line!

I then think it's really clever how you speak of eyes....and then, when two dreams merge, your "I" s morph. I found this very smart.

I really enjoyed this Chris.....on many levels...thanks!

[Chris]

I'm glad you came by... and do hope you return.

[Confuser]

It was like a magical carpet ride, Chris. I loved it. Just simply beautiful fresh and delightful from the first one! Wow! Bravo. Thank you. Dale

[Aramey]

Always giving such life to your words- I've never known anyone to do that quite like you do. It's always a pleasure to read your work. Thank you for sharing this :)

[sharonlee]

Captivated my thoughts earlier today when I first read... but I found myself unwilling to commit those thoughts to comment.
Lingered again, just now... hanging on each line like single dew drop clinging to a leaf...

[Chris]

Ah, but you DID come back Shar... it's good seeing you here.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Seems you saved the best for last
You sum up the moments, ribbon-tied, shared, and dreamed..

I think I was there, once upon a youthful day
And again, in a midnight's misty reminisce

Thanks Chris... You never disappoint ...
Perfection indeed....:)

Jazz xo

[Chris]

Jazz, you're a doll...chuckling here.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Ahhhh... lol... Thanks !.. And you are the stuff dreams are made of....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we search and search and we wish for love...but often it finds us...what this poem captures is the many moments here at the cafe where love is expressed in different ways...but mostly in how the poems written touch our hearts so literally that we feel the fingers on our skin, and through it to our core.

jacob

[Chris]

I'm glad you came by Jacob...thanks man