Dream, Unrequieted by Soulez
Of all the dreams I have had and
Time for them has passed
There is one that leaves a hurtful emptiness
that sometimes elicits tears, sometimes an FU,
Sometimes a smile — (only because I remember a night upon the sands when you kept falling, and we laughed so hard I peed)
So now, All that remains is that from within a private place — —
An everlasting and haunting vision of a barefooted waltz with you
Upon the sands of Assateague To “Christofori’s Dream” playing from your old boom box,
Under a million star night, with a chorus of crashing waves and the silent audience of ghost crabs scurrying upon our Moonlit shadows
But that can and will never be,
As that boom box is long gone,
RIP my love
While I waltz with the dream once again.
Originally published at cowbird.com.