The dream said, I need you.
Shut your green, dry eyes.
We can be happy.
We can leave those proliferating metal doors, your elegant process, behind.
We can climb the mountains lodged in your brain with miniature goats and baby camels.
Love isn’t supposed to hurt you.
I’ll love you like the divine.
I’ll wine and dine you with the fanciest champagne or absinthe, if you prefer.
We can forget the day together.
We can defy the universe with one-way parking lots and childhood banisters and stairs.
God is Time, the dream said.
God is your reflection in a paper cup.
Do your due diligence, and we can go home.
My favorite poem of yours, by far. Soulful and healing. May God bless you.
He longs for her and she longs for him, but they never actually touch. Romeo and Juliet.
Thank you! I’m quite fond of this poem, too. It’s now the new prelude to The Dream Quartet. Juliet threw the wildflowers to the floor, and begged the river to drown. Romeo forgave her, but I’ve just realized I’m referring to Ophelia and not Juliet. Hamlet didn’t know what to say. He wept for a year. His tears filled a stream with stones.