Sunday, August 3, 2014

The Lies of Happy Dreams

In dreams I seek your face on festive streets.
Anachronistic christmas bulbs arise
To line the backdrop of my search; and skies
Hang harvest moons above the faded sheets
Of rose or purple where each rooftop meets
The looming night. These frame the hopes and lies
Of mask and costume, every stage-lit guise
For optimistic fools and pointless feats.

Too often, when you notice me, you smile
With no hint of the anger or the scars
That blunt the daytime velvet of your glance.
In dreams, you pause to speak with me a while
And nothing in your disposition mars
My vision of the love we shared by chance.

-- July 31, 2014.

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