Tuesday, April 1, 2008

In Dreams

He hides himself from me
cloaked in disappointment
he wades in an out of my life
leaving scraps of him for me to follow

He adores me
but won't say, won't stay
won't compromise his way to be with me
He drifts, and yet sifts the better part of me

He loves me
the way i love him back
love that stands taller than any pine tree
love that blooms in the spring, and culminates in the fall
a love for all seasons, but not for all
for only a strong woman can endure his bitter wind
his indecision
his will to win
at all costs
not knowing the game
to lose at all costs
where noone's to blame and yet he needs me

from afar
in dreams
beneath the stars
in the middle of the night
when he can no longer rest
he visits me
he seeks me
this i can attest
and i am there waiting
almost salivating
for one touch
one tear
one hug
to be near
once again...to he who needs me, but only in dreams.


Lovebabz said...

What a fabulous poem! Miz you are so TALENTED it makes me so happy to blog with you!

Xavier Pierre Jr. said...

Miz, aside from teh fact that this poem is great, it's interesting for a couple reasons ;-)

Peace and Love,

Alizé (LoversA.blogspot.com)

Kai C. said...

i read this in your blog! and i love it!:)

Mizrepresent said...

lovebaz - thanks so much lady, you know i feekl the same about your blog!

Alize'- Do tell, i would love to hear your thoughts.

Kai C - and i thank you for taking the time out to visit my blog! You are so sweet and i love your way with words.

Xavier Pierre Jr. said...

Your poem is almost like the flip side of my poem "who's your fantasy" :-)

Torrance Stephens bka All-Mi-T said...

sounds like the individual is waiting for god , thats just the spiritual in me speaking

and Xavier - now that u mention it, it sure does