an original piece inspired by street verse found in williamsburg.
tenderly I crawl from this dream of you.
making slow, deliberate movements.
feeling the unfamiliar air from this non-dreamscape fill my lungs.
inhale. exhale. inhale, exhale. repeat.
I’m slowly coming back alive
but with each step I feel myself losing some of me, some of us, some of what we once were.
a perfect harmony, a delicate existence. a flawless interpretation, a warm embrace.
if I hold my breath and stay still I can feel it come back,
I can catch a glimpse of you,
a whisper on my cheek, a lightness in my heart, a desperate hope pulling at my skin.
until it fades again.
this time, almost completely.
I’m more than empty. I’m deserted. I’m cavernous. I cry out.
I search desperately for my tracks, for a way back.
I try to stay calm, to close my eyes and breathe deep
so my mind might grant me access back into the dreamscape from which I’ve left.
back into that unreality, that bend in time, that transcendent state.
I hope I’ll stumble upon it, I hope I’ll recognize it again.
I hope it will recognize me as I float along, a shadow of my dream self.
leaving the best of me with you,
existing in an intangible embrace,
I’m yours alone, here, waiting.
until day fades to night and into it i become completely enveloped and waiting,