Mata Itsuka

All things volotile, all things without tears. Abroad on the plains alone in the fog.

 

It’s just a painted picture in my head. It’s just colors I see. With different shades of light. And different shapes.

In my dreams she stands in total darkness. In others I sit in a boxcar train and watch the crimson mountains slide by. I watch a ghost walk from one end of the room to the other in silence. I watch a vacant city in silhouette to the stars. Holes in the heavens.

And In one dream I danced with you on the ocean.

Whispering to you. We danced on the night sky. We danced on stars.

We danced on eternity.

 

We were always alone together. But it’s only us who know how we feel inside. Sometimes we have to pretend. Sometimes we get scared. Sometimes its just the way it is.

I walk now alone, under the lights of this city. On bridges and streets.

Author's Note

I hate writing.....

Reviews

[Sean Allen]

Very creative, descriptive and well done.
You have created a woman in your dreams who returns again and again but now has gone away. Perhaps now as you are walking alone on a street in the city you will see her in the distance and know that your dream is about to come true!

You have a typo extra "it" near the end.

[deeps]

This is a very beuatiful write here
I like the descriptiveness in this.
Wonderful read..

[Kenny L. Mitchell]

I like this. It's dark but tragically real. It stems from a position of pain and yet poignant honesty. I am impressed.

[R J Askew]

I like the dab about being in the boxcar and the crimson mountains sliding by ... I'm not sure I cld copy with total volatility though.

[L.G.M Matabane]

Beautiful free, verse kinda abstract but really well constructed. I think that your dreams are hidden truths trying to free themselves from your mind. It is however free.

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