With Our Dreams

Between gravity and space,
our avalanche of concessions
and surrenders
bleed white our presence
from places ordained
to wishes adrift.

Before we knew,
before we understood,
the gray haze and brown smudge
blinded our lives and eyes,
and stole the gift of our days.

Between repetitions destined to flow
and the twitching unraveling,
between commitments and desperations,
we swirled and waltzed
in our twister of want.

Before we had a grasp,
before the undertow rose to us,
sand and hope drained through
our numbing fingers.

Between the promise and
commitment,
between the I do’s and can’ts,
it all leaked away somewhere,
amid the rising and settling.

Before we knew,
before we understood,
the turbulences swirled our lives,
and we drifted from and to
cataracted aspirations.

And now, disengaged, and unraveled,
weeping over our daily entanglement,
our fingers petrified and numb,
pound at vacant spindling hours.

Till the brown smudge
and gray haze,
decompose our lives
and ease us to rest
with our dreams.