The Dream That Never Was

Christmas Eve has a magical feel to it. The impossible becomes reality.

Under the gazebo

Near the town Christmas tree

Christmas lights on the rails

Lighting the dark night with its magic

 

You walk around the gazebo near the rails

Your high heels clanking against the wood

In my head, it’s becoming a rhythm

Each clank seems almost perfectly timed

 

It eases my worries but raises my doubts

To take shelter underneath the gazebo

Away from the falling snow

I stand in the middle

 

You circle round and round

Almost like you’re stalking a prey

Who am I to you?

What am I to you?

 

You’ve heard my self pity

You’ve nodded to my desperate voice

But what of you?

What are your feelings?

 

Christmas Eve and something stirs

The magical feeling that shouldn’t be

The hope that dies with disappointment

The dream that never was

 

The dream, you ask?

I may be an open book when you’re around

But even books have secrets

It’s hidden in the words

 

To find love at a young age

You must think it’s a phase

A short hormone raged phase

But I know it’s not

 

The moment on Christmas Eve

When we stand still in the middle

The Christmas lights hitting your skin just right

The reality that shouldn’t be

 

Lips lock

The magic pulsing through my veins

I found what I wanted in life

I am content

 

But what of you?

What did you find in that brief moment?

Was it a mistake?

Or was it something more?

 

I open my eyes to your voice

Realize it was only just a dream

You still walk in circles

It was the dream that never was

Reviews

[Alana McGuire]

I felt like I was really there, standing in cold, admiring her heels and possibly elegant dress. I loved the part about book having secrets within their words. I also really liked when you talked about the Christmas lights hitting her skin. It gave a really nice visual. You did an excellent job of making drawing me in from the start and keeping me captivated until the end.
It can be very disheartening to learn that a dream that beautiful never really was.

[Ian Faraway]

Dreams are bitter sweet that way. But that's the way dreams are, I suppose. Thank you for the read and review. If you need any reviews in return just PM me and I'll see what I can do. -Ian

[Jazique]

It was amazing. and I loved the "It was the dream that never was" what a great way to put it all. Overall it was a great expressive poem that had everything in it from repetition to descriptions. So bravo to you poetic work.

[Red Brick Keshner]

The stanzas are all linked together and transition well into each other. My only bone to pick would be the many repetitions of the word 'gazebo.' Usually repetition can be used with effect. But it also can detract. It was a minor annoyance in its placements here. But not enough to wreck enjoyment of the poem.

[Closed Account]

This is amazing. It's kinda sad, but I love it!!
Great job!!!!

[Norma M Sutton]

This is a interesting take on romance. I like how you've phrased the last stanza.