Dreamer

Your love is buried deep, but it’s no treasure

It will work its way skyward

Your flesh is like the fecund soil

Your love is a weed, inexorable, indifferent

Your love has already settled in and made its home, before a face has appeared or a voice has whispered

Warm, false-bearing breath has been nurtured by destiny

Never let it go or turn away

You’re on track to spiral out from where your soul has been softly floating

From its tepid, sticky, faithful place like a honeycomb filled with its preoccupied bees

If you’re unlucky enough your heart will get its chance

The opportunity to break

Would you have withered on the vine or ripened in a protective shell?

Hurt already, tossed asunder already, but safe within a fantasy

Not enough grace to sustain a life

The vulgar dream is on its toes now

Peeking through the same eyes as your precious soul

There’s a shimmer when the wish meets the light

Your love is directionless, it moves towards your will

Your love will find its cruel destination

You may be clawing away from it for eternity

Your heart may take pity

And search for its place in the sun

But for now the world is dark

And your dreams are dismal and vacant of good favor

And in the quiet, purple dawn

There’s no doubt

That you

Your heart

Your soul

Will be gone.