Your love is the dew settling along the blades, <br />vaporizing in heat, <br />before I awoke to become your witness <br /> <br />You collected yourself from the shreds left <br />along the room, <br />you found your fears, <br />despite my furthering attempts to hide them, <br /> <br />And while I slept, <br />your warmth grew out, <br />and in the new birth, <br />was the cold day I dreaded, <br />waking alone, <br />with only a melted kiss <br />for your remembrance. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />You’re the moisturized grass, <br />that warms itself while I'm awake, <br />With the winds you move <br />swaying without hindrance, <br />I can see your art, <br />from above this wooden deck. <br /> <br />While you've grown, <br />your roots have flourished under fates <br />unforeseen soil, <br />your love has prospered into the trees, <br />the earth, <br />decaying death, <br />that eventually dissipates, <br />impregnating the clouds. <br /> <br /> <br />Your love is the rain that falls asleep with the moon <br />upon the flowers i've picked for you <br />now finally in bloom. <br /> <br />your beat awakes me <br />from the couch I dreamt on, <br />your soft touch has opened me up. <br />putting in birth, <br />everything you feel. <br /> <br />I am the stranger that is never known, <br />only an image other reflections <br />have sought after revealing. <br /> <br />We are not the bodies we touch, <br />but instead, <br />the world that touches us. <br /> <br />We are not only, <br />the earth we've seen grow, <br />but also, <br />the earth itself, <br />growing. <br /> <br />We are not <br />you, <br />or me, <br />we are, <br /> <br />are not <br />or <br />are<br /><br />Joshua Bantum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/was-it-a-dream-10/
