Come to me
in shades of red,
like a dream.
Clouds lit through
my whole world,
suffused with you.
Dream.
High.
Immaculate.
Nothing that could walk
in this world
for very long.
Anticipation
draws us closer,
but never
together.
One of us
does not exist,
and part of me believes
it’s me.
Prefect love,
and perfect care.
So separate from all
and everything.
You get close,
and your light
burns through me,
like a nuclear holocaust.
I’m left wakened
by the phone call,
and there’s nothing
on the other end.
Just sadness,
and empty darkness.
Absent of you,
and unlit by seraphim.
I tried to cry once,
and I could not
squeeze tears
from a broken heart.
The danger
of our dreams,
lies
in them showing us
the truth.
Come to me in red,
celestial vision.
Divine oracle.
Untrammeled love.
I am only
part a man,
in this faded,
lonely world.
HG – 2020
