He’s prepared this daydream for me—
Allows me to see him for this moment.
The universe hangs
Glittering around his neck.
I am stunned,
For he is stunning,
I quiver to think how badly I’ve underestimated him,
(And spoken so casually.)
But he is so above
All of these conditions,
Detached from the results,
Yet, within my nature, so at home.
He takes my hand,
Curls it to his lips,
And gives me the tiniest, little peck.
It’s a good thing that’s all he gave me,
For it’s more than I can handle.
I sense that he has more to give
When I am able to bear.
The promise is Titan planetary.
It dangles on his necklace.
But for now, a smooth worn pebble will do,
And a ribbon for my hair.
Some dreams are sent with mythic intent
Flung from a distant Olympic height
To sow conspiracy for love’s delight
Propel the faintest glimmer into life extant
From my wild sky open temple
Built on stone cold ropes that once reached the very stars
Amidst oaken groves I wander
Wondering at the pendulum descending
From the thin black string
My fingers clutch
Realizing that this string is no more
Nor no less tangible than the invisible one
That binds our hearts
That pulls our thoughts
Across a universal void
To Elysian fields where we will find
Sweet solace in love’s embrace
And share our dreams through each pore and cell
Annointing one another with the balm of peace
Until the dream shall cease
David Trudel © 2012