Time creeps into the morning.
Darkness encloses around me.
The mysticism of “Dreams” plays softly in the background.
Of course, without the words. I need no other distractions.
My eyes close softly to not disrupt the memory of your handsome face.
The chords and harmonies of the song coinciding with the way our souls were attached. Were. Interconnected through a shared aversion to fruits that perpetuate inebriation. Or maybe more so wheat, in your favor.
Your vision still alive and well, behind the shadows of my closed eyes.
The stubble from your strong jaw still rough beneath my soft finger tips, creating the spark that once was.
The way your mouth held secrets and preoccupied my lips with a dangerous dance.
Your body pieced together with mine, also on borrowed time.
The taste of a moment not yet forgotten.
Brought forth by intentional strumming of the guitar, in beat with my heart. Slowly becoming lost within the song, dreaming of a ballad that I would desperately love to sell.
This beating reverberated with his once, my heart used to yearn for the lonely man who could not even call himself his own.
The house I vacated for my own sanity.
Not lost within the forest, imagining your being.
Hoping your smile could calm the typhoon that cursed through my veins.
The veil has been lifted though, that promise never came to fruition. The influences have dispersed, and soberly I open my eyes and realized that I am alone.
In the darkness, where I need to be.
It ended, as all moments behave.
Your cold flame could only survive as long as I continue to perpetuate the dream of what we once were. I have come to this knowledge, that maybe it never really was more than a fantasy fueled by the fires of a spirit.
“Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It’s only me who wants to wrap around your dreams and
Have you any dreams you’d like to sell
Dreams of loneliness like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering
What you had and what you lost
And what you had, oh what you lost”
-Dreams, Fleetwood Mac