Dance in the Dream.
8/12/04
8 AM
In them
I see
the reflection of what we had
laughing back at me.
My dream come true
put on hold.
It's a thin line,
but is it a dead line,
or an umbillical cord?
And to hear the
liberating voice on
the other end
of the telephone...
Your circumstance,
our complication -- and then
a morbidly ironic situation
blossoms between
two friends
and it's making
me insane,
just what I see:
they have now what
belonged to you and me
and I'm jealous of what
they've got:
what we once had
but now cannot.
And I hate to say it,
but I feel I love you.
I feel I love you,
but I can't hold you.
I admit I love you,
now I can't see you.
And the word means death to me.
I believe in what
the word signifies,
but I've grown
to hate it:
it developed only
once before
and brought nothing
but pain,
and here it
comes again.
And I thought perhaps my fate had changed.
And as if this hopeless situation
was not too much;
as if our distance
were not enough:
they dance in the dream
that belonged to us
and in them
I see
the reflection of what we had
laughing back at me:
like the message of my life;
the punchline of my existence:
the reflection of a dream
that was put on hold:
a dream I try to call back now
through the telephone.
8/12/04
8 AM
In them
I see
the reflection of what we had
laughing back at me.
My dream come true
put on hold.
It's a thin line,
but is it a dead line,
or an umbillical cord?
And to hear the
liberating voice on
the other end
of the telephone...
Your circumstance,
our complication -- and then
a morbidly ironic situation
blossoms between
two friends
and it's making
me insane,
just what I see:
they have now what
belonged to you and me
and I'm jealous of what
they've got:
what we once had
but now cannot.
And I hate to say it,
but I feel I love you.
I feel I love you,
but I can't hold you.
I admit I love you,
now I can't see you.
And the word means death to me.
I believe in what
the word signifies,
but I've grown
to hate it:
it developed only
once before
and brought nothing
but pain,
and here it
comes again.
And I thought perhaps my fate had changed.
And as if this hopeless situation
was not too much;
as if our distance
were not enough:
they dance in the dream
that belonged to us
and in them
I see
the reflection of what we had
laughing back at me:
like the message of my life;
the punchline of my existence:
the reflection of a dream
that was put on hold:
a dream I try to call back now
through the telephone.
