Slipping On A Dream

An expanded and edited version of my poetic response to, Willweb's poem, "All I can see". http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Willweb/1447116/

Sigh.

Melancholy does
This heart flow

With each contraction

Of its valves.

As a stream

Of longing sadness.

Passing through 

These veins

And arteries.

In wanting
What we can't have.

It haunts
The very core of our souls
With its presence

Like a permanent mark
Wherever we go.

Like a memory
Half remembered
Just out of our grasp

Upon waking

From a vivid dream.

Wondering

If you'll be allowed

To be granted

This one wish

With her.