Cover Up
I had a dream.
In it you followed me, observing
how I interacted with others.
I was aware of you there
watching me
and I went about my business
with a smile.
I had a dream.
We cuddled under blankets
face to face
and you kissed me, shyly.
I kissed you back,
with passion,
but you rolled away
as if I were too much for you.
I had a dream.
I wanted you.
You wanted the world to be
a better place.
You walked away
up a long hill into tomorrow,
to observe the clouds,
the bees, and how the dogs
peed on trees.
I had a dream.
I followed you, lost in fog,
and saw myself standing
in confusion.
I realized that it wasn’t you
I had been looking for.
I had a dream.
It was a cover up.
When I took away the blankets
I came face to face with me.
I was the only person there
in my dream.
(Note: This is a rework of a poem I started more than 3 years ago but could never finish. Poems have their own life cycles, just like us, just like dreams).
Ain't No Ninny 
November 3, 2014 at 4:19 pm
It strikes me that this poem would make a great song lyric. There is something about the repetition amid the progression that reads like a ballad.
November 3, 2014 at 4:25 pm
Thank you. Yes, it does have a lyrical quality to it.
November 3, 2014 at 4:49 pm
I love this one. It’s haunting and yet, so REAL. Perfect for the 10 percent piece…
November 3, 2014 at 4:57 pm
Thanks, you!