Dream-sparks
Oddly enough, I wrote this based on a dream I actually had... when I woke up, I remembered almost every detail and feeling just as I'd seen it. Perhaps I embellished it a bit while writing, so now the memory of my dream is mixed with daydreams and rumination. Regardless, the intention was to capture that bit of consciousness between waking and sleeping, feeling like you are somewhere, doing something, but at the same moment, knowing it is all a world away, and you will only ever experience it again through recollection...
an empty basement room
pool table and wooden shelves
lined with pages
that'd turn to dust
the second i touched them
the shadows of people
who'd once been here
flicker on the wall
who'd once danced
once loved
once laughed
leave behind only empty air
reminiscent of echoes in the hall
old-fashioned sweater, polished boots
-- you, emerge from the corner of the room
set the record, hand on my waist
we sway,
but you won't show me your face
if you hold me, my love,
as long as you hold me,
you won't let go.
if you need me,
you'll never disintegrate
into shadows ...
... of someone
who once was here
a flicker on my mind
who once danced
once loved
once laughed
with me at your side
like a beautiful dream
envisioned one night, never to return,
you were too good.
like the vintage books --
i touched you so gently --
and you turned swiftly to dust.
your head on my shoulder
a melancholy dance
before you slip away.
the sadness of a last embrace
hold me, hold me, my love
then, into my dreams, disintegrate.
written 30 november 2020