Daydreams...

Colors,
a kaliediscope of color...
such shapes,
formed movement so brightly sensed
and so lightly touching upon fingers extended
inside my dreams.

Reaching, wishing, wanting...
always the dreaming -
this desire for what we see,
the dreams of what we hadn't known,
the hope that what was lost returns,
the what could have beens 'if only'...
the need to be more... always more
than who we are... what we are.

Love? A frozen blaze of time -
always remembered by the inner eyes...
a brush halted in mid stroke -
awaiting shared completion
seldom found because...
we couldn't wait,
we didn't pause,
we wouldn't 'see' with the inner sight...
we feared rejection and
sometimes - acceptance;
so we wouldn't, couldn't,
even dare to reach.

Smiles? Chesshire grins
from a seamless black...
swirling, swirling, all a mix
of gleaming white and
ivory tones... distant
then so near - touching... but apart.
Each just a silent roar echoing far,
hurting - soothing - flowing
near, over, under, around, and through.
Giving - with feeling -
a fearless sense of what we are,
til all that remains
is what we were... before.

Awakening to the feel
of a burning tear
ever so quietly falling,
falling and falling and falling...
to join all the others softly leaked,
bled in the night
or quiet daylight.
All squeezed from the heart
by what could never be...
yet so often seen, heard, felt,
touched, tasted... wanted...
by such as we.

Such is life... even death...
a poignant parody of paradox,
a 'sightless' vision of tasted color,
reality's dreams in unending themes
of wishes, wants, and desires...
of what might have come,
or stayed, or left... or remained...
if 'only'.