we are nothing but dreams

  
 
   
dusk spreads its wings for the weeping  
and my fingers follow slow, quivering  
gathering last of dew from leaves  
   
there under the Eucalyptus tree  
i see you waiting, golden sliver  
in your eyes and metaphors    
dripping from your tongue  
i drink every word drunk    
in yesterday's wine  
listening to songs of    
your heartbeat before dawn  
   
the tormented ocean whines    
at our feet    
recedes    
greeting with salty kiss  
and    
i fail to answer your questions  
my gaze resting on fallen stars  
knowing soon you'd vanish  
with blood orange moon  
my nakedness blooming  
beneath your shirt  
scent of promises    
lingering from frayed threads  
   
the aching throb of  
languorous lover pulsates in  
nocturnal sky  
refolding all that's left behind  
   
remembering:  
remembrance is not redemption  
recognition is not acknowledgment  
conquest is not happiness    
and  
a smile on horizontal sheets  
are always lost on innocence  
when the broken is never healed  
   
in dreams    
we are nothing more than dreams  
words are never enough  
nothing    
is  
just as this poem  
is