Confession

I dreamed of him so vividly last night
In full color. He had come to these
Green mountain foothills, where gulls and
Sea-lions echo every day, and I saw him
Through disbelief, standing
On the street, just outside my
Car window. My inevitable smile
And childlike instincts demanded I run to him,
But my roommate said I need to wait--
To let him come to me. "Don't you see?"
I asked her. "He already has!"

The violet sky
Was silent and still. Time passed in the dream.
It was all that I could think about,
While my body worked and lived--to return
To him. But I learned through gossip
That he had moved here with a girlfriend
Of two years, and the news that they had
Recently split came to late to spare
My severed heart.
Alas--
The pain felt sacred; my toxic blood was
Clear and crystalline. Other porcelain doll girls
Tried to explain that he was too this, too that...
The girlfriend leaving him was proof
That he was there for the leaving
And nothing more. But I was stone strong
In my feelings. It was too late for me.
My heart belonged to him already
And although I never wished to hold
His unique, transient spirit still
When it longed to move and dance...
The love had been always, and true, and real
And so I went to him,
In this dream, and began the process
Of manifesting this love in the most ordinary way...
Through mere and magical acquaintanceship...

Indeed...this love is real and true today
In the safe vault of my deepest heart.
There is no sadness in it--
No longing. Just faith in the belief
That our paths will cross again--
And though I dare not hold my breath,
I patiently await that golden moment--
Which, if it lasts only a moment, will
Nonetheless bring me to rejoice...