The Story of Us

A love poem

The story of us has no end.

Born on shaky grounds above planted seeds

Pudgy stumps of flesh attempt a stand, stumbling

To make known our coos of blah blah blahs-

Buckling rules bind us-

Time, space, and language are

Sanity appropriately dressed in sensibility

For the occasion of living, a kind-shielded umbrella

From the burdens of the abstract.

 

But the times when asleep

For a night or forever

We kick off our useless bodies to enter

A dream-world where these rules not apply,

Where sometimes we are clumsy children

Floating around in an imagined abyss made-up

Of matter drawn from the essence of the unknown.

Anything is possible.

 

Then we wake.

Real fairies skipping to school to learn

About time, space, and language-

Survival of the quick-wittest, now sanity

Is the planted seed from which we grow and

Be children no longer and no longer clumsy, but now

Penciled-in lunch dates at whatever o’clock

In so and so restaurant with raved reviews,

Huddled together under an umbrella sharing a meal.

 

But the times when in love...

We find ourselves on some strange, deviated path

Rules bleed out of the book soaked from first rainfall-

The umbrella is gone.

Every learned thing vanishes,

Time is eternity, yet not nearly enough

Space is obsolete, for no matter where you are

You are always close to this one particular person.

Language reforms back into the blahs that silenced us before

And much like hands in water, our bodies

Are saturated, taking it all in like a vitamin.

No words are suitably dressed enough to attend this event

All are denied at the door but us,

Love simply brings dreams to life.

 

When in love

Dreams are now accessible: they have come true,

We know this because it was in our dreams where we first met.

The story of us has no end.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I'm glad I stumbled on this page to read this story. Marvelous...:)..................

[A. Amos]

I love the feeling and emotion in this piece and you're very good...truly enjoyed