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I’ve sat within that crowded room.

Elbows, like the knobbed tree branches of a forest,

sway with mirth and freedom.

Yet, my heart lost its fire long before.

And as I sat, I sighed the rousing air

of the room with carouseling dancers,

and felt that no one was there; not even myself.

 

There are many things that solitude can inspire.

We desire what we can only hope to have again.

Yet, how lucky am I? I dream of things I’ve never known.

I see her hug his hip to her hip, whisper in his ear…

What did she whisper?

He will tell one dear friend,

and that friend,

will feel what I feel – a burst of elation, a drop of envy – a deadly cocktail.

And that friend will go on and wonder, “What if she were mine…”

And I know because I was that friend who tasted her in his words. And dreamed.

I dreamed until the dreaming kept me awake

until the dream cannibalized other dreams

until the dream put visions of her in the clouds

until the dreams, dreams, shattered-my-soul!

 

I was the one who told my friend about her.

I crafted her beauty and charm with such power to disarm, using my silken language,

and he tasted her essence in my words.

So, now I sit here.

I sit here in this room filled with carouseling dancers.

I can only sigh,

as I watch her dance.

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Unless You Shine for Me…

And were it not for the sun

would there be dream?

Would cloud cry upon the day?

I would find, you and I, slavishly cuddled ‘round dragon breath

and every sight would be for sore eyes, lest they be blind.

Every man would be a beggar.

Children cackle in the dark.

Women, free of childbirth, are instead consumed by the world.

Without the sun there is no age.

We are what we haven’t chosen to be.

This is what I see when you’re not with me.

Emptiness separating reality from understanding.

And I call to you.

And I call to you.

And I scream for you!

And I boil alive in the broth of my own anger…

Whatever I can cook up to feed the hunger that you inspire.

But

a peace shatters the storm.

A shaft of light jousting the gloom like heavenly charioteer.

What else could it be?

It is you, so long as you shine for me.