Lunar Lucid Dreamer

A short poem about an ex-lover I thought I would never get over.

I dreamt of your arms holding 

onto my waist as if I’d suddenly drift away.

I did, in a sense.

My consciousness floating up to meet the moon as

it stared back at me through the bedroom window-

sensitive and emotional.

I would close my eyes and feel you,

like a phantom limb

I never really had.

But, the next night as I lay in bed 

next to a man who isn’t you;

I decide I don’t want to sleep anymore.

My dreams will never be as sticky-sweet

as I thought your honey-toned hair used to be.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems, possible title change

Reviews

[Aphy!]

"I would close my eyes and feel you,
like a phantom limb
I never really had."
Very lovely yet so powerful piece!
The line I quoted above really got to me. I really loved it
The longing of someone and how u feel as though they are literally a part of you!
That was amazing
Aphy!

[Justine Johnston]

Thank you so much!

[Wolf_Lord]

Sad, Poignant, and Powerful... Ah the regrets of those whom could have been... I am lucky, I got over my first love when I married my wife. Still, I am occasionally wistful.
Wolf ,'', ^@@^ ,'',

[Hailey Juliet]

This was wonderfully composed! Your use of language and metaphor is amazing in this piece! The final two lines were brilliant as the evoke a sort of tangibility at the end of a poem about intangibles. Thanks for sharing, amazing as always!

[Justine Johnston]

As always I enjoy reading your reviews! Thank you so much!

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Great write! Love the imagery and your way of explaining yourself, like in the second stanza. Amazing!

[Emily]

Lovely poem!!
Keep it up!!

[Justine Johnston]

Thank you!

[Joshua Haines]

Really nice words. Its a real good poem to read to a love one and to put a smile on their face XD

[Justine Johnston]

Too bad it's not meant to be read to any lover. Sort of cruel if anyone did.

[Joshua Haines]

But to me. It seems this poem means they never be forgotten no matter where they are.

[Justine Johnston]

That was my point in first writing it, even when the person I wanted so badly to read it, couldn't nor did he want to. I'm glad you saw it as sort of hopeful, long live the good memories.