Truth

Him again.

A cold rainy street
Lit up by the moon's complection
I see you standing there
The violins play
What sounds like grass weeping
You whisper something
That's barely audible
But I hear it
I'd hear everything you'd say
A relieving grin becomes upon your face
The moonlight silhouetting you
You are but so far away
Yet we are standing alone
As thoughts run rampant through my head
I don't move a single flex
Just simply looking at you
Watching you
Thinking of you
And out from behind the ruffled trees
Comes the girl
The sweet embrace with you
A tender kiss as well
As I watch from afar
Melting the core of me
When I, not even a touch
Or a murmur of words
Disintegrate to the floor
I just wish I could hold you once more

 

Author's Note

What's true enough for the eyes to close.

Reviews

[DANGER]

Oh my god! Yes! Damn that dream! Dreams are important to me, but also do they infect me. I would like to see what you can write to a violin techno beat. That's a compliment. But I hear a certain music when you say violin. I see air, like I can taste it. This is the music I hear, with a slow pleasuring rhythm. You are good with mood.

[robin]

Even though you disintegrate? Burning has some reward. For some it's the chase, for you it's lamenting the loss. Can anyone hold you long enough? What happened to them when they did? How crushing when you see his relief and then it's not you. Here's a hint, it's your shadow dating him, that part of yourself you say you are not. It often plays this role in dreams, to shake you up. And when you learn the "lesson" in the dream it and you are transformed...Great set up of expectation. Paradoxical ending since you are still hopeful. Some good honesty with the emotions.

[Pakino]

This is a nice poem, I didnt expect the ending. I thought to be honest that it would a typical love love poem guy meets girl blah blah. But it turned out differently really nice. Nicely written also >.

[Vanessa]

Ah.... dream again. That bloody thing has you crazy. The one I had made me feel so.... AH. It went away eventually. But I think you want it to be real. Look it up inyour dream dictionary.
You do have one right?? I think I remember reading it last that I was over....

[Rambling Prose]

Eyes: the window to our soul. Whether in the natural or in our dreams, our soul embraces that which our spirit yearns for.

I love: "The violins play - what sounds like grass weeping"

A beautiful write...