Photo courtesy of Gordon Lewis
A dream feeling
Waking from a fantastic nightmare of:
And delicate maple leaves alike;
Peacefully floating a boat;
Sailing into the ceiling from an awakened,
The eye of a naturally unnatural boy;
Scarred by a pleasant past interrupted
By an intermittent tear from one he thought he loved.
The eye of a boy growing too fast;
Hoping he can at least
Downshift his inevitable fall into the future
He’s afraid of because
Of what he’ll become
But his Hope lasts for days, then
Fades with the months as
Summer greens, to
Dragging back the painfully
While pushing him away from them
Twice as hard.
Joining love on the boat
That sailed away;
Only returning in dreams.