Dreams Come True

I was looking at you

as I often do,

thinking things about love 

and loss and reunion...

and wondering if dreams 

do come true,

especially when it comes

to me and you?

I believe they do.

Because I have you now

as I have dreamed my whole life.

We are together now,

no longer drowning in mysteries

and questions...

I love you,

and dreams do come true.

Ripples and Echoes

In the echoes of my youth

you were there with me

in my blood, and in my memory,

and beneath all my memories

is the memory of you.

And I sing for you

because I searched for you

throughout this insane world

and found you, waiting.

And now, we walk together

never to lose one another again.

 

Deadline

Time is ticking away now, 

bringing me closer and closer

to you, to me, to us.

And I dream a lucid dream

where we are holding hands,

I am waiting, we are waiting,

the deadline approaching quickly

although it seems to drag on at times...

My mind unwinding as the minutes

turn to days and weeks, until...

we are together, 

the now visible deadline running 

towards us now,

I am able to taste it it is so close.

The wind chimes sing out in the 

blowing of time,

I'm coming to you now.

Dreaming Hand in Hand

Dreaming it, walking hand in hand,

standing at the door, stepping through,

we are together now...

not to be separated again.

All the paths we walked alone

or with others, just wasn't our path.

Our paths intertwine and become one,

we paused at the threshold only to breathe...

and then going through,

to be together always now,

partners in crime, and 

thicker than thieves,

dreaming hand in hand

of the same things for each other

with each other.

  

Full of You

My heart races and my mind

is a swirl and flurry of thoughts;

I am coming to you now.

Undeniably, unavoidably,

on the path and travelling.

I am coming to you now,

my heart full of you,

my mind concentrated on you,

the time getting close now,

a countdown has begun...

Thanksgiving will have 

a new meaning this year.

I am coming to you now.

To look at you, to hold you,

to hear you, and be held by you;

to see you with my eyes,

to touch you with my hands,

to hold you in my arms.

Vulnerabilities

The bodies, bare and discarded,

thrown aside for whatever;

at this stage it doesn't matter,

they are darkened, 

the light has left their eyes.

Their vulnerability disregarded

and now they're gone, en masse;

mass graves, the left behind,

the forgotten, the sick,

the dead and the dying.

Pestilence is for the weak,

the old, the poor, the homeless;

Not for the politicians,

not for the leadership, 

which have failed us

as we died in numbers so great, 

it is obscene.

As disease ravaged us across the 

delimiters and differences,

it seems the virus didn't care either.

So, the people are caught 

in their vulnerabilities:

the plague or the politician?

 

Anticipation

And you wait with me,

I, with bated breath, and you,

trying to soothe me,

as always, in your way that you do...

and me watching 

the anxiety creeping

if I'm not careful...

All these things I wait for 

patiently, patiently I wait,

and we wait together...

holding me if you could.

Maybe I'm trembling 

just a little...

But I am armored for anything,

because I do not believe 

lightning could strike twice.

Yet ever I hope that 

I would be wrong.

But I'm a voodoo child,

back from the depths

of the Abyss, so anything

is possible. 

And you wait with me,

I, with bated breath, and you,

trying to soothe me.