Author's Note: "To A Boy I Saw in the Supermarket Once" is my working title, and if anyone has an idea for a better one, I'm open to suggestions.
Star-like dreams are spinning into constellations
Innocent and naive, they resemble curious children,
Those wide-eyed darlings who like to wander at fairs
And pluck cotton candy from the hands of passerby.
With them are the hearts flooded with oceans of color
Who splash their soulful splash across the sky
And rend null the silence that fills the caverns
Of endless obeisance in the regions of my mind.
The truth is, I love you. I said this before
And watched my intention shrivel like a leaf
Crushed beneath the foot of fear, an imprint
Soon erased by the gentle rain of time.
I traced my form in the mud along the riverbank
But the tides are merciless. And my current
Cannot compete with the destination that soon
Finds itself bearing the heartbeat of my longing.
But still, I love you, and still I say it
Even if the only listener is trapped
In the web-like lines of my palm
That map, a future seen only by the blind.
The clouds above me clutch their milky pearls
As they, too, spin. Like horses, racing across the plains
They gallop into the erstwhile dance of midnight moons
And the rhythm of their waltzes is what propels me
Through the caves, I dive into the river of secrets
And follow the touch of gold to the entrance
Where first the stars sparkled in a trumpet of hope
And I, weary planet, first forgot my ordained orbit.
Descend, the trumpets say. Fall far to the Earth.
Here, Joy may be hoarded more carefully than time
But the sun shines, and sometimes, if the time be right
We smile. We smile, and I say / that is /
Enough for me.