Why do we always find the things
We’ve stopped looking for long ago?
Why do we never find the things
We think that we need long ago?
Why do we find the things
We either stopped wanting
Or never knew we needed?
Life is as such
Such is as life.
You just can’t look
At a girl you’ve kissed
Straight in the eyes
Without feeling something;
Maybe we like drama so much
That we conjure things up
To feel a little more and
Love just a little more;
Maybe it’s the girl
Or maybe it’s the kiss
But likely it’s just you
Filling(feeling) your boredom.
And you are probably me.
Maybe through the depths
of mire and dreams
I have fallen out of love
with the idea of me;
Or maybe I was
never in love
with the person
beyond the dreams.
A man who doesn’t lose considers
A defeat as a victory of some sort;
It is almost perverse:
An obsession and a belief
That someday soon it’ll come
Where all little losses turn into
A major triumph of the self.
Sometimes fantasy conflates
With reality
Through dreams
You have her in your arms
Then you open your eyes
And she’s gone
She was there waiting
For you to come with the car
But when you’re there she’s not anymore
When you next see her
She’s in someone else’s arms
Waiting for someone else’s car
All that’s left to twirl
Is your notion of reality
And not her tender curls
All because you are
Not dreaming anymore.
I was planning to write a poem
About a dream I had last night
But then I recalled I knew
This song sung by Neil
Which perfectly encapsulates it all.
I Must Be Dreaming
All my life
I’ve been in love with you
Now you are here
I can’t believe it’s true
I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me
In my dreams
I’ve kissed your lips of wine
Now all at once
I find you’re really mine
I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me
The way that I feel
Is so heavenly
Too good to be real
When you’re next to me
I’m so afraid
That I’m fast asleep so don’t wake me up
Let me dream if I’m dreaming
Oh, my love
Each time I hold your hand
Everything is just the way I planned
I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me
I must be dreaming
When you say that you’re in love with me
Such flawless skin:
Few women can inspire
The flow of my pen
In the way that you do;
I can trace out
The contours of your collarbone
As I feel my hand down your neck
Towards the side of your arm;
I am reminded of Everest:
The fairness of your skin resembles
The beauty of the snow caps
Basking in the warm radiance of the sun;
I feel a rush in me as I
Desire to reach
The peaks of excitement
With you and only you;
I feel my pen disintegrating
My stanzas not making sense
As my heart pounds harder and harder
Just looking at you
Sitting there alone touching
The back of your hair
And at the moment
Oh I wish that hand touching you
Was me!
Oh thy glorious skin!
As I struggle to catch my breath
In you: my universe is found.
