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Dreamweaver's Lover

Night time steps in

 

And your presence stretches out

 

From my head to my bed.

 

 

As I spin the wheel for me

 

And for the world,

 

I pull together your fragments.

 

To rediscover, to refine pieces of you.

 

 

Morning snatches you away from me,

 

Dissipating your image to the sunlight.

 

Yet, it cannot dissolute the saccharine cravings

 

Or the savory memories from your embrace.

 

But I worry not, for I recognize

 

Even the microcosm of imprints left behind.

 

 

I can trace your hairline

 

Out in the arms, head or face

 

Of a passenger in the bus or train.

 

It was no wonder where to find you.

 

You were no stranger to my senses.

 

 

I can draw out your eyes

 

From stones of garnet or granite.

 

I can hear your heartbeat, your laughter from Irish violins

 

And Spanish guitars are your private echoes, your fondling whispers.

 

 

I can split the distinct outline of your smell

 

From cinnamon, vanilla and caramel;

 

Or figure the blueprint of your flavor

 

Out of morning dew or spring rain.

 

 

Tales of heroes from novels or poetry

 

Are narratives where I retrieve

 

How safe it felt to be with you.

 

 

I only ache for you in every fraction of my reverie,

 

The incessant reminder of my liquefied reality.

 

And in the evening you won’t get lost,

 

For I am all aglow, pointing you home.

 

 

 

Only in your hands

 

I can submit without dread

 

And you’re the sole being that knows

 

The second color of my eyes,

 

My fingers that memorize every hair trail

 

On your jaw line, chest and arms.

 

 

Your body is just attuned to my secret dance,

 

Breaking and making the iridescence of dreams.

 

Only you can read the symbols crowning my head

 

And kiss me like eternity is born from world’s death.

 

 

Earthbound spirits envy this romance of ours,

 

As Faes bless this furtive union.

 

So please don’t be far too long,

 

For even time and distance my dear

 

Are painful pleasures to my soul,

 

My addictive links to you.

 

 

I await your return tremendously, my lover.

 

Hold me still and play our song to sleep.

 

Don’t need to know if you’re my own design,

 

Or a pattern I recreated.

 

As long as we remember

 

What binds us together.

 

In the shadows of the day

 

And in the glimmer of the night.

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Written by
ronald-ryan-carrasca
Filipino
Published
Jul 8, 2010
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First shared in my blog dreamweaversplane.tumblr.com

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