Dream

I could see you through
the naked glass,
myself leaving handprints
trying to fit
and touch your skin

Dragging nails across
soft surface
looking for something on
the other side
where I couldn't reach

Eyes hollow
forced smile
and I wondered was I just
looking at my mirror image
wouldn't be able to tell

Was it a dream?
Nothing but a vivid memory,
a stab of consciousness
tearing on ancient stitches
what's buried deep taunts the heart

Knock on glass
to look up and see
Old glint in your eyes and familiar smile
you're blushing as ever
mouthing "It's alright, go to sleep"

Press lips against glass
and turn to make your leave
I guess you did not hear me calling
for you, calling for light
for relief

Author's Note

About a girl meeting up with her long dead beloved - in her dream.

Reviews

[Emily B]

ooooh, such a vivid dream, and you wrote it beautifully

[screamin'ian]

So sad; such pain.
"was it a dream?..." this stanza is very strong. This girl, you, have sharp perception and potent insight.
"what's buried deep taunts the heart" like a "zombie" that needs re-killing each time "... Vivid memory" breathes new life into it. "...vivid memory," so vampiric, forces focus on the heart of the "undead" matter at hand as each "stab of consciousness" re-opens "...ancient stitches" and life-force is drained away.
Beautiful, if biting and bitter imagery throughout this poem.
I'm sorry for her loss...