Honeyed Dreams

 

 

 

 

Honeyed Dreams

 

  

Why is it

when I dream of

you

I only dream,

in sweet

and blue?

 

Why is it

that every song I write

is sung to you,

in the cool

of night?

 

Underneath

your window high

looking up

into

your eyes.

 

Bending down

on beaten

knee

in the waves,

inside

your sea.

 

I came

into this world,

with only half

a heart.

 

A two part puzzle

with one

missing piece.

 

Ive tried conjoining

other pieces

to mine,

but you’re,

the only one

that will

couple

into my entirety.

 

Interlacing our rhythms

seamlessly

into one throb,

into a single

pulse

that paces

the tired arms,

of time.

 

It’s never easy

when the star

that lights

your sky

beats,

within

a universe of touch

and purity.

 

And just like the sun,

when I turn my back to you

and flee

I am once again

following

a mere eclipse

of myself,

chasing

the sooty silhouette

of my portrait

outrunning me

toward a finish line

of staring blindness

begging me

to turn around,

imploring me

to cut off my feet,

commanding me

to stop bleeding

tears

of fear

and turnabout,

toward the glow

of unknown

possibility

and perfumed,

perchance.

 

It doesn’t matter

how many boards

I nail

to the ceiling of wind

still,

I can feel

the sweet color

and music

of the sky

as it leaks through

the splits

and onto

the rose blood

swollenness

of my lost dreamed,

perception.

 

Maybe,

the love

that lasts

the longest

is the love,

that can

never be?

 

I will never

ever

truly,

be born.

 

They say

nothing ever

becomes real

until,

it is experienced.

 

So I,

will never

exist.

 

I,

will never

come,

to be.

 

I never have.

 

I died,

the day

I met you.

 

These have all

been

mere thoughts,

from

your depths.

 

That have

risen

to the

surface

dissipating

into

the air

carried off

by the breeze,

tasted

by your

skin

and swallowed,

by your eyes

into the

other half,

of my

heart.

 

My name,

is poverty.

 

Devoid,

of all

richness.

 

Beggar

of barren,

feaster

of famine,

a naked

seamen,

of hardship.

 

Only you

can

blow,

the first breath

into me.

 

With those

lips

that melt

my demise

away.

 

You,

were always

going to be

the only thing

actual,

of mine

the only thing

certain

in an ocean

of obscurity

I can’t swim

out of,

the only thing

truthful,

in a river

of ruthlessness

I can’t bridge,

the one thing

sincere

in the tears

of overcast

billows,

of meaning.

 

I don’t know

what I would do,

without the thought

of you

and your smile

pressed,

onto mine.

 

Sweet, sweet dreams

of you

forever,

in my embrace.

 

God help me,

somehow

help me,

how I love them

so.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

This is magical...x

[katyj]

I really love this write, very long but so very good. Enjoyed every line!

[Sarah McKeever Hitt]

I read this as I sit at my desk at work. I read it again and again. I swear to the forces above that sometimes fate speaks through people and this came to me at exactly the moment I thought about something I had to make up my mind about. I am in a state of awe. The crystal clear language, the heart wripping honesty, I am glad to have such a poem to add to my library. I am a fan. Keep writing.

[Luke Ritta]

stuning work....i really liked this poem....Epic!

[Christina May Shanaberg]

Sorry that I haven't read your work in so long, because this is a masterpiece. Wonderful write!

[Seashell]

This totally blew me away to a heavenly place filled with both adoration and love.
Sweet dreams are made of sweet memories.
Distance nor time can get in the way of true Love and never let it be mocked from the ignorant for they know not, much to their dismay.
Beautiful, romantic and perfect piece Antonio.
Thank you for share
Babs xx