And I wondered,
which one of us it was,
too close to see?
She or I,
or both of we?
One of us must have been blind,
of what was so obvious to the other,
so was it she or was it I,
this we that may never know,
and was it a waste of time,
of dreams, of love unanswered.
And is there a cure
for such blindness,
any hope at all?
Will I live to tell,
yes,
this was wrong,
no,
this was right,
or
this just was…
was not...
this rose deprived,
of sunshine,
and rain,
and nutrients,
soilessly suspended,
in limbo,
this place said to have ceased to exist,
and yet it be the place my heart be lost,
to dream of this dream,
just dreaming of this dream,
for it is all that I know to do,
in this unfulfilled dream dreamt.,
that seemed so real to me,
that I didn't want to wake up.
Will I live to tell,
will I live to dream,
will I live to know,
will I live to love,
but in a dream,
this dream so beautiful???
