Divergence

My love,
You’ve come to meet me
And at first I wonder why,
And then I know
What I have to do
As we're standing here awhile...

Words left unsaid then,
Want to be spoken
And explained,
But the distance
Is so much easier to bear
If only silences remained...

You might breathe easy
And heave a sigh
When I leave and go away,
But I’ll finally exhale,
When I hold back nothing,
When I weep and plead and say...

That I only want
My heart back
‘Coz it just didn’t seem fair
That you keep mine
And keep yours too,
And leave me with despair.

Maybe you’ll return my pride
And the happiness
That you stole in stages.
Then maybe I could slowly
Erase the pain
From distant memory’s pages...

Today I’ll be gone
And the precious feeling
Forever laid to rest,
But if it’s not treasured
And returned with love,
Then maybe it’s for the best.

But you’ll be left
With an empty space
Where my heart once used to be
And then you’ll begin to feel the absence
Of the love that I
Take back with me.

Abyss

Where do you draw the line between a dream and a nightmare?
Can you identify the point where one ends and the other begins?

The dream is good and the feeling is one of pure joy, with everything going the way you always hoped. The touch seems real and the happiness you feel is unbound, overwhelming…surreal. For a moment, you step away from the person that is you in your dream, and simply observe. You know it’s just a story that’s unfolding in front of you…that it isn’t true…that it’s got to be some waking thought that has percolated into this illusion…but for that one infinite moment, you almost believe.

You wake up, with flashes of the dream still vivid in your mind…but what you remember most, is the way you had felt, which only magnifies the loneliness you feel now. It awakens the void within you, which exists in the real world, where the players, having departed, will never return to fill. You realize what you’re missing, a hundred times over, and with a degree of despondency, recognize that you can’t control or keep the players in real life, any more than you can, in your dream.

Maybe this is where the dream ends and the nightmare begins. When you wake up. To have touched elation, to have tasted desire, and to have seen it dissipate when your eyelids flew open. To perceive the depths of the abyss you’re helplessly falling into, and to know that in your waking hours, the closest you can come to living the dream, is by dreaming wide awake.