Ambition
                Aspiration
Daze
                   Delusion
Fantasy
                          Goal
Hallucination
                          Haze
Hypnosis
                      Marvel
Notion
                           Plan
Stupor
                       Trance
Wonder
                        Vision
Yearning

N I G H T M A R E

First I feel it in my fingers and toes
The buzzing that grows
Grows into a quiver
From my thigh to my spine; a shiver

The pain of numb so few will know
Vision as black as crow
I trace my raised skin
What made the tingles begin?

It’s funny
When bread I must bake
All I can think of
Is the delightful taste
Of cookies

Sad muggy night where the air is stale and the brown leaves hiss along the street with apathy
It reminds me of everything that is wrong, of everything that shouldn't have been

The spider gathers another moth in her web , the lamps are amber like marmalade

That’s who you are
Taking my heart when you know better
Sneaking right in when everyone’s asleep
Whispering everything I want to hear

Every golden verse that could have
Sang your praise
Didn’t.

Every eloquent prose that would have
Described your glories
Didn’t.

Every stroke of the brush that should have
Painted your form
Didn’t

Now life has come to an end, and it was all for nought.

You are the sky
While I'm of dirt and earth
Sharing the universe in separate realms
Conflicting factions, diverse births

I would forever look up
Rest my gaze on the tide of the air
And dream for our eyes to meet
Temporary eternity that we would share

I've cried many a teardrop
But you can never know
Because to you they never could reach
For into my core they'd only flow

But when you stare down sullenly
Your tears would fall, soaking my plane
I'd drink the drops voraciously
Those gifts of love from heaven's rain

Your tears would nurture the seeds I've planted
They'd take root and flourish in the sun
Resolve in my soil held firmly in place
Thinking our journey forth would've then begun

Roots would give birth to stem
Which in turn, would branch out into leaves
Plantling will eventually grow up high
To give back the love, it constantly receives

Such misfortune little sprout
You can only grow so tall
You can never reach that far
You and I can only kiss the drops that fall

So... My beautiful sky of azure
I am but dust on fate's heavy feet
We can only look to the faraway horizon
Only there could heaven and earth truly meet