say-so

one day,

fantasy will give in,

and reality will win,

that day,

veiling you in haze, 

pixie dust will settle,

I won't be the same,

grasping the nettle.

but, till then,

or, at least, for now,

let me believe

in the kind of love

I have never found.

iced lake

it’s weary winter time,

and resting underneath

the lake, drowsily frozen

asleep, still, perhaps dead,

runs furtive water

endlessly dark,

comfortably warm

unbelievably kind, 

seemingly sublime!

but what would you know,

beholding from a distance,

touching just the surface? 

kindred

go away quick

come here slow

play fast and loose

attack me like a foe!

so that you can

be in my clan

then, together,

we will,

i promise,

bring to fruition

yesteryear’s plans

to destroy

me.

All that I Want

I want limitless love,

beatific music,

soul-stirring poetry,

the company of a clore.

I want madness,

a mildly lit room,

a glass of wine,

a gifted red rose.

I want a kindred spirit

with a heart of gold

and a handsome face

to adore.

I want all of this

and much, much more.

but I want to wait or

work hard for it no more.

Building the Dream!

i tell you about a place –

where raging, strong waters

pierce grey, shapeless stones

and bright, beautiful rainbows

run across plush green lands.

i closely remember this place –

where promises are built

from lifeless, stolen filth

where love finally wins

and fears quietly fade

for, not too long ago,

i dreamed this dream,

so I know it’s there.

somewhere.

Can You?

walk a few miles,

and then some,

in my shoes,

and tell me,

if all these fears

that beset my feet,

wrack my fingers,

fleetingly touch you?