
Last night I dreamed
We had given birth a sweet baby
I don’t remember name or sex,
I was so joyful I skipped it
I remember the tender, the smells, The amusing softness of that skin,
The bright that came from you, And dark, just little dark, as me…
You had the baby in your arms
“My God, I made it. How could I reach?”
It was the most beautiful fusion,
A dream come true, a fantasy
The magical moment you and I Yearned to be,
The crown of such a joyful project; A fruit of love; our seed.
Then I woke up,
And sadly cried this irony
A dream that won’t come true
Be cause of non-synchrony
A dream we both have wished, Planed carefully, bit by bit
But failed up when scheduling Deadlines, differently
Is not this last nite dream
A slap For you and me?
Would that dream be the closest You and I could ever be?
The phantom of our projects teaching this is not about a dream
A lesson about sand clocks,
Armageddon and choreography?
The deadlines of my dream,
Did tear your heart apart
The closeness that you wished,
Did not help us un-crack
I’ll treasure up a dream
Into the royal chamber place,
Keep it far from corroded,
My sweetest nice disgrace
Would you keep it inside,
As a charming reverie?
And use as the finale for this mad Long senseless kiss?
Under my ball and chain
That dream won’t let you sink
Until your real boat come,
And then you’ll be unleashed.
