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J C Dec 2016
I woke up in my dream last night,
and it felt real and you were there.
I woke up in my dream and you were inside
my room and on my bed you lay bare.

I woke up in my dream, and the northern lights
could not match the colors in your smile.
I woke up in my dream, and there you embraced me tight,
and I swear I was breathless a while.

I woke up in my dream and oranges and sky blues danced,
when you stepped and swayed to old piano pieces.
I woke up in my dream and immediately into a trance,
when I felt your freeing love in innumerable kisses.

One day, I'll wake up from my dreaming
and see you sleeping by my side.
One day, one moment in the right timing,
I'll wake up next to you for the rest of my life.
J C Apr 2016
All I hear are muffled sounds
as I walk slowly, closer toward the light.
Today is the final step in which I’m bound
by duty and history I’m about to write.
Everywhere I look are cheers
from people I do not know;
their spirits are high above the skies.
Beneath my mask is a certainty unclear
of the task I am about to undergo;
no time now to say proper goodbyes.
Up calmly, ascending the stairway to the unknown,
my heart pacing more rapidly than before.
Though safe in numbers I feel more alone,
all courage and might I now implore.

Radio sounds buzzed and fed through the lines;
the countdown now comes down to Five, four,
three, two, one—my ears ring from the sounds combined;
this is what it means, what it feels to be alive.
All signs seem well, so far so good;
though I feel as if my weight is pulled down.
Everything looks so small, so minute,
so close yet so far as it really is should;
it’s into unfamiliar ground we’re abound.
Left and struck with awe, I see no one up here;
dark matter clouds all thoughts of fear,
as the stars shimmer even closer in space.
This memory, this single moment will never disappear—
up and away into a sweet unfamiliar embrace.
J C Jan 2016
Walks alone with you,
my hand holding yours
best when counting from sixty-two,
sixty-two minutes along this sandy shore.

A silent gesture,
a smile from ear to ear
all the more becomes sure,
sixty-two hours, love is sheer.

The wind against your hair,
bologna and cheese on your lip.
Deeply spellbound by your stare,
sixty-two days we've tightened our grip.

Walks alone with you,
my hand away from yours.
Love drifting away by the bayou,
Sixty-two weeks, here comes a detour.

— The End —