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A Plead To Hypnos

I saw the room as I had before,
In earlier years,
When I said goodbye;
The door was open,
She was standing there,
For she once was,
A true love of mine,
 
The silence sparkled in the room,
A ray of sun lit the rug,
But she was the brightest that was,
I lit a candle that danced shadows,
Over her’s and mine,
I was breathless,
For she once was,
A true love of mine,
 
Her hair stayed brown and it flowed so long,
Her eyes, with tears, for what can one say,
The years,
We’d,
Been,
Apart,
Had indeed changed in some ways,
But as we stood,
We could’ve seen each other,
Yesterday,
 
I moved so slowly,
As to not scare her home,
She stepped in,
Dropped what she owned,
What followed was,
A lover’s embrace,
My love, princess of Aphrodite, spun so strong,
Good to finally see you!
 
II
 
Time cannot be measured within moment such as these,
It doesn’t matter for the only presence is Serenity,
With wet eyes, we looked into each other’s faces,
What followed was our kiss: a sweet, unforgotten memory,
 
I took her in my arms and laid her upon the floor,
Her flesh as white as cream,
Her eyes sparkled but nothing had been said,
True Love doesn’t whisper or shout,
Is neither silent nor loud,
”I’ve missed you, my fairest Dream,” I said
She covered her eyes, slowly nodding her head,
 
III
 
Our clothes covered the Rosewood floor,
Like dead leaves in Autumns’ fall,
Our movements as melodic as a symphony,
“I’ve loved you always, and I’ve miss you many days,”
We both smiled,
In and to Love, I led the way,
 
Making love while crying,
With joy so deep,
Nothing but the sound,
Of her breathing in my ear,
“I’ve loved you always even when,
I
Lost
All
Hope,
“But now you’re here,
Together,
So near,”
We laughed,
As if it all was a joke,
 
The Unification, and with it comes,
Our moans,
Somewhere, in a different room,
Rang a telephone,
No one would touch it and no one would answer,
We’d become One,
Puzzle pieces,
Fitting together,
 
We lay naked on the Rosewood floor of the room,
Where so long ago, I said had goodbye,
Now we were saying a long lost hello,
For she once was a true love of mine,
 
The first thing noticed was that the clock had stop ticking,
A feeling of fading away,
I reached out and touched my lover’s smooth silken thigh,
How did I get to this room?
This room where’d I’d said goodbye?
 
She pulled me close,
Asked softly,
“What if this hadn’t happened?”
“If it was all a lie?”
She smiled that smile,
Only seen in dreams and memories,
“What if we were are Apart but,
Looking still at the same Skies?”
 
IV
 
 
We were then dancing,
In an empty black room I couldn’t define,
She wore a Purple Dress and was bathed in Moonshine,
I had on a suit, came up to my girl:
My girl, my girl, who for,
I would’ve traded the world,
 
We danced to a tune silent, yet could be faintly heard,
Only in the in the distance, it sounded like a bird,
I held her close, for I thought she might go,
The room, the love, the kisses from so long ago,
 
“Am I losing you?” I asked and held her tight,
“The light is fading fast, I feel so am I,”
“Just dance with me,
Enjoy Everything,
For everything is fleeting,” said she,
I held her close, thinking of the room,
And the years,
Her precious voice,
And flowing tears,
 
We danced in a Light, unknown was its origin,
Her tear on my cheek caused me to pull back,
I began a-fallin’,
Her hand in mine, but upon the Shores of Distance,
I called out and back in the room I was,
Her just smiling, within the ghostly silence,
 
 
V
 
“How I’ve awoken: on brightest days of golden sun and flashing emerald grass, and days of grayest cold where the stones shatter and scream their empty songs,
That I might just see you again,”
 
“How I’ve awoken: from dreams so perfect, Waking Life held no desire for me, that I might see you again,”
 
“How I’ve awoken: only Sad, Lost, and utterly Alone dreaming of the dreams we held together; how I’ve awoken so many mornings, praying only to sleep again,”
 
VI
 
I kissed her heart and tenderly, touched her soul,
Opened my hand, Diamonds, Silver, and Gold,
I rested my hand upon her cheek and let the valuables fall,
“Their value cannot be priced next to you, “
“Forsake them all, forsake them all for you,
 
We lay naked on the Rosewood floor ready for sleep,
I kissed her on the cheek and began to weep,
“For Time, for Movement, for Age, for Reason,
I’ve prayed to see you, in the late Summer season,
Where the heat beats your soul into submission,
And in the winter season, when love is so far,
And you seem yourself to be frozen,
For Time, for Movement, Love means nothing:
They don’t stop; they carry on like a turbine engine:
Flying across the Universe,
While lover’s cry,
Dreamer’s wonder,
And sadly, if both,
Alone they will die,”
 
I closed my eyes at that,
The eye-lid of sundown getting filled,
That with which, I wouldn’t trouble my Mind,
With tenderness and sexuality,
Her small hand found mine,
Hypnos carried me away gently,
So gently upon his back,
My eyes closed,
Hypnos,
Carried me away,
Until I awoke from the dream,
And pitched a wretched scream…
 
I awoke in the room I’ve lived,
Slept, and wrote for ten years;
Awoke from the Dream,
Where my love always appears,
“Cursed love! Why does your torture go on?
What have I done to deserve such pain?”
To be a man chained to a lamppost,
While the water fills and I drown in the rain?
 
For now, who knows where that Room lies, the one I said,
So assuredly goodbye,
For now, who knows where my love would be,
I’ve been alone for so long,
I wonder if she remembers me?
 
The never-ending dreams perhaps connect us,
Like the taste of fading dinner, as you awake, on your tongue;
Perhaps, she stops, thinks of someone,
A name? Then forgets,
Keeps walking,
Walking farther and farther into her vibrant life,
Leaving me with her image and grace,
Of her delicious lips and smooth face,
 
“I was yet again Dreaming,”
I speak to the empty room,
“I was yet again Dreaming,” in the early morning,
While you can still see the Moon,
 
VII
 
I went to the window that looked down my streets,
The Dogs were barking,
Light was coming to make the day,
I thought of her face, of how it was a Dream, and in silence,
Fell to my knees, and prayed in a sobbing way:
 
 
“Grateful, yet Forbidden Hypnos, let me either Wake or Eternally Sleep,
For what dreams may come may be better than reality,
Where you face everything in Continuity,
Wherein Dreams, I can see my love, who myself I blame to have Lost,
Grant me not both, but one, for I am tired,
Tired of being lost in the Past, so horribly slow,
Alone,
Empty,
Filling holes that never end becoming Deeper,”
 
I prayed from my window,
 
“My love,
Wherever you may be,
I hope you’re happy,
And, sometimes, think of me;
For how much pain,
I live in each day,
I only pray that will pass,
As I have said this many times before,
On mornings with only lost hope, thinking of the Past,”
 
Hypnos! Let me Die, or let me Live!
For to see her Beauty but once again,
I’d rather sleep forever and never have awoken…
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