Of late, I dream.

I wish I could paint a picture
of what I can't say in words
maybe then you could see this vision of mine.

I want you to know
but you can never understand
and I don't know how to explain.

I wonder why I'm deffect
why are we like this
how can my sight be so different from yours?

I wade through the memories
that are elusive and hard to capture
like ocean waves washing away the sand.

I wait for a shift
in the fabric of our bond
that will fill up our empty bowl.

But these are only the dreams
I've had of late, about what we are
and who we've become.

And I come to find that
we are different,
so very different from each other.

Can we ever be allright again?
Is it okay for me to hope
or am I fooling myself with a lost cause?

I dream of a perfect day
A perfect night
and a perfect line of connection between you and me.

My dreams cannot be described with words
they cannot be captured with pigment on canvas
and they can't be felt with a sense of perfection.

They can only be
and that is what you cannot understand
how to just be with nothing else attached.

That is why I can't
explain to you
these dreams I've had of late.