Essence of My Dreams
Essence of My Dreams
by John O’Brien, Jr.
Deep within my soul
I hear you calling.
I reach, and only can grasp air.
Novellas in your eyes
forged through hardships
tempered in the ecstasies of life -
balancing, always balancing.
An image so concrete, I can smell your skin,
taste your lips, feel your touch
and in those drowsy hours between the dawn,
and the coming of the day,
I snuggle deeper, trying to recapture
the essence of love.
This that I long to give
has no cup.
and wastefully tumbles
into bottomless crevices
that have no return,
seeds falling on rocky ground
unnourished, untended,
wasted.
Tho’ you are in my dreams,
a figment found only in that netherworld
as concrete turns to sand.
The vessel sifts with day’s dawning
and the sand falls free
tendrils of memory
déjà vu all over again.
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