My unconscious told me

My unconscious told me

A Poem by Fernando Dardón
"

Have you ever been tricked by your unconscious. Last night it spoke to me...

"

My unconscious told me



My heart struggles.
It feels harassed,
but has no council.

Those eyes are somewhere,
around the steps and voices
that surround the air.
A presence approaches.

Embraces my smell,
with a delightful scent.
My mind knows that scent,
her name is codified in it.

My soul shudders,
and it doesn't knows what to feel.
My soul is trapped,
in the web of subconscious.
But I won't get out, till I wake up.

Then, a feminine silhouette approaches,
she’s not alone, she's got company.
But, a friend to hold hands?

I...I just wish he wasn't what I think.
Wished it were another time.
Wished she was still all mine,
wished to say "I'm all yours.”

She smiles and says hello.
She's sweet and kind,
as she was before.
I looked her for a while,
hadn’t changed through time.

I guess we talked for a short time.
We should have laughed too,
we should have turn on our memories,
and remember our foolishness.

Minutes passed by, my mind flickers,

with thousands of pictures,

Moments kept away in the past,
that never seemed to last.

Everybody is gone, some few are still left.
But the one who used to be my love,
she is about to go again.

I see the man going somewhere else,
and now she’s alone, approaching.
Her natural seductive walk,
vanishing the whole environment.

She's coming to say goodbye,
she is now hugging me,
and her perfume floods my senses.
Then, her tidy soft hand slides away.

A few steps away from me,
something stops her moving.
She turns, her sight has changed,
and suddenly time goes back.

Her eyes reflected estrangement,
There was sadness on her look.
Suddenly, she was in front of me,
suddenly, our lips touched

It was just like before,
I felt a warm sweet breath.
Savor lips like sugar.
Her soft tongue.

Her look reflected sadness,
but my soul soothed,
'cause I knew what she said with no words.
She missed me...

Then, my eyes opened.
I was lying on my bed with the ceiling above,
I couldn't believe.
It was like she, deep inside her heart, she missed me.


My unconscious told me.
But then I realize,

 

                       it was my heart that deep inside, missed her...

 

            February 2014

                              Written by Javier Dardón

© 2014 Fernando Dardón


Author's Note

Fernando Dardón
Pretty interesting how body works, and talks to you. Don't you think so?

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"Then, my eyes opened.
I was lying on my bed with the ceiling above,
I couldn't believe.
It was like she, deep inside her heart, she missed me."

A splendid read and write sir...Thank you for penning...:)......


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fernando Dardón

10 Years Ago

Thanks Sami, your reviews, always comfortable. I appreciate them so much. :D
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You are welcome...:).....................
Woah, this is totally magical! The way you written it like a proper conversational piece and the imagery was mind blowing. I think I need to go lie down after that, it was a lot to take in, aha.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fernando Dardón

10 Years Ago

Do you really think so? :)
You don't know how happy I am you've liked it that much!....
.. read more
Javier, Sweet bro... this is so lovely...

You have painted a dreamy illusion of this feminine silhouette ...but she is more...
She has an aura of an angel...

I love the gentleness you have voiced in this piece...

Well penned!~xoxo~:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fernando Dardón

10 Years Ago

Well, that will ocurr when someone knows to appreciate what I give...
But it will happen soon .. read more
Robbie~xoxo~

10 Years Ago

Yes it will... keep the faith, lil' bro... :)
Fernando Dardón

10 Years Ago

Thumbs up to you (Y) :D

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