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I dreamt the other night
about the first time
that I saw love in you
Within your smile
was a glimpse
of the friend that I was searching for
The eyes that locked with mine
and convinced me not to fear.
A reassurance so desperately needed
that an aura of awe soon took control.
Such confidence ,
so intriguing with strings in hand
strumming my emotions to the surface
For with one stare
I knew not what result of my actions
Only the trance-like utopia that had consumed me
An answer lied somewhere deep in your creases
and my instincts set out to retrieve it
and set it free.
A lack of truth and uncertainty
lead me to opening that door.
Even when the latch broke off
and the key became rusted inside the lock,
With ambition too strong, I persisted not knowing why.
I began to slowly unhinge the structure
that separated us.
Unskillfully , I pried
for whether it be a serene illusion that I imagine,
or a hidden omen
emerging from my walked over graves.
Twas an addictive obsession
to see your mind naked
and exposed.
At it's weakest
and most vulnerable state.
Surprisingly enough,
I found that the door
I had been trying to force open
wasn't really a door at all
It was a hallway,
a narrow lonely space
that I could barely fit through
but was welcome to walk down
And as I began my exploration,
my cold pale hands guiding me through the dark,
strangely, I felt peace.
Knowing that you stood at the other end
holding a candle to brighten my way.
But as I became closer to my destination,
my palms soon were warm,
ice melting from my eyes,
and a trail of dripping wax
that you left behind,
mocking the normality that I was so desperately seeking.
I could not see in front of me
and where I had come from was too far to go back now
so I stopped in my tracks,
silent and alone
waiting for you to find me
and slowly realizing that the heat
was in fact not an emotion at all
as I noticed the white candle
I once thought was perfect and pure
lying on the ground
as helpless as I was
suddenly bursting with flame
and lies.
Surrounded by the fire ,
falling to my knees
waiting
calling out your name.
I shouted, cried ,
but you couldn't hear my voice
Lighting the match, then stepping back to avoid getting burned
you had blocked off the exit,
setting a clever trap for me.
And now, with my last breath,
I surrender,
and lay my body down to accept the pain
clinging to visions of a past now almost forgotten
Wishing I had foreseen
the outcome of my illusions
I close my tired eyes
and inhale the smoke that clouds my path.
Too weak to resist defeat,
I suddenly recall that initial smile
that had brought me to my knees
and forgive, although not understanding such cruelty and abandonment
You shake your steady finger in my direction
in a bitter tone of disapproving disregard
while the only pathetic emotion that I can muster out of my pores
adheres to your dark devotion
mirrored in your cloak.
My glassy eyes seem luminous in reflection
and my binding chains
merely weak melted metal flowing off of my body,
liberating the energy within me
that had seemed lost and stolen
and much like the sudden and unexpected flick of a switch,
the smoke dissipates.