― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
All the years lead to this…
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
I
What would you have me do
Sit here simply and dream of you
While my dreams lay broken on the floor
Never to fly
Never to soar
II
What would you have me do
Get on my knees and beg of you
To unveil your eyes and hear my tears
They are only tears
They fall
III
What would you have me do
As I know I have all of you
Despite my mind
I know my heart
If ever should part
It would be a start to loss
Dream/ 1: a series of thoughts, images or emotions occurring during sleep 2: a dreamlike vision 3: something noted for its beauty, excellence, or enjoyable quality 4: ideal
Dream/ 1: to have a dream of 2: to indulge in daydreams or fantasies 3: imagine
During night or day, during sleep or relaxation, we drift… sometimes we see another world where our lives are different…sometimes we see our lives perfect…or simply we dream. We dream of ideal circumstances… believing in all, and all believing in us as if everything we believe doesn’t exist at all.
They say we need our dreams, that short time when we slip into unconsciousness, we need that time to take hold of our emotions and funnel them into the belief that there is something else that exists.
The truth of the matter is we dream, we visualize and conceptualize life, circumstances upon circumstances which in most cases makes little to no sense at all. Yet, we are told to, “read into our dreams”, “interpret and analyze” the hell out of them, until we see an elephant as an admission of guilt for hating our mothers, or something as ridiculous as that. Dreams are an escape, or a gateway to that life which we seek. Dreams enable us to be that hero we naturally are not, to fly which naturally we can not do, or to be as we would never be. I live for my dreams; they are my gateway to heaven.
I dreamed a dream so full of passion…unconventional passion for life, and love… it made me want to die for I fear shall never feel that ever again… or worse, forget the reality of it…
Passion/ 2: strong feeling; also Pl: the emotions are distinguished from reason 3: RAGE, ANGER 4: LOVE; also; an object of affection or enthusiasm 5: sexual desire- passionate.
What other word could hold such a large variety of meaning? One definition would capture the huge scope of human plight and want all at once. Passion is what we seek for fulfillment in life, whether it is passion for what we do and create or passion for what we are and who we love.
This dream is simple, to feel passion for love, passion for life. To want to know of love as in the stories. To want to be the damsel in distress saved by some prince charming, simply because we all need love. We all need to feel. We are given such a short time, before the sun sets on our horizon we need to reach for more, forget about loss and capture what there is to gain. There is always love. To believe in love…
Love
Love 1: strong affection 2: warm attachment 3: an attraction based on sexual desire 4: a beloved person
Love 1: CHERISH 2: to feel passion, devotion, or tenderness for 3: CARESS 4: to take pleasure in
The types of love we seek daily, love from…parents, spouses, lovers, colleagues, friends, co-workers, and even strangers.
We seek love everyday, we need to be felt for the way we feel for others. Even the most cold hearted will feel love for something, crudely put, an example being money if nothing else.
Sometimes you need to see the truth in order to move forward. This is simple. I believed that there was no love out there, only what you read about or saw in the movies. In the past it seemed that there was a possibility for love, chivalry and romance. In today’s society there is only desire for sex and emptiness in romance. If love songs and movies are for the dreamers and do not exist out of the scope of these fictional things, then answer why we listen, or why we watch, or why everyday we hope?
This arose from a dream… A dream of love lost… a dream of love found… a dream of no love at all… but alas it was just a dream… and like all dreams, you eventually wake…
Let us venture into dreams once again… it is safe… if only for another infinite journey through love lost
I am asking you
once
to promise me
that I’m not the reason
that it’s all in my mind
that if I left
you would know
it wasn’t you
because I know
that no matter the reason
it will always be me
What would say,
if I asked you to stay
And be with me
All of me
.
I Scream
Shout, Cry
I Lie
And one day soon,
I shall Die
.
So will you?
Stay, I mean
Until the time,
when I get tired of you
.
Would you tire of me?
With all the tears,
I can’t tell how many years.
For it could be mere days and weeks
I don’t know
I wish I did,
for then you would be
partially free
.
Please
I’m lost
Would you guide me
through this maze
It is haunting and real
And nothing heals
there is too much to feel
.
I rant
.
I can’t imagine where it began
Perhaps in the infinite end
Were you ever my friend
I can’t begin to descend
Until I know
.
This could be it.
This could be the beginning
Than Answer I chase
I’m on the edge of the world
lights coming and flowing
I know I am alone
Who shall carry this for me
if not by me
I know I am alone
.
Not even I
would stay
There is my answer
Just once
Can you be there?
Just once
Can you see me?
Please
For me?
Just once
Can you listen
And do
For all the years
Tears
It’s been me and you
Just once
Please
For me?
Just once
So I Know
There
on the icy waters
the pale outline of two souls
you can see the connection
it bleeds into the night
tendrils weaving through the darkness
Glimmering
faint
suspended
between time
space
reality
fiction
the shadows of mind
the veils of truth
Two souls
the outline of phantom limbs reaching for one another
Over the frozen waters
in the brightness of the light
of the moon
blinded
they reach
they stare
between time
space
reality
the shadows of mind
the windows of acceptance
Fading
The moon leaves the souls
Darkness descends
They grow dim
Once more
Forever reaching with phantom limbs
This scene
this tale
the souls
until the end of time
they reflect over the glimmering waters of the night
at times frozen
at times alive
always waiting
behind the veil of this life