Manifest

Imprisoned within my dreams
of my own fabrication,
You became more than an obsession.
I was not the only one,
the only one to dream of Your arrival
into my dead pool of wandering
and wondering with search-less
retreat.
Top of the manifest,
You were to become my suture
to scabs that I periodically open
so I can drink my own bleeding
desire of self-amazement and
pain.

And then one day I let all go.
Letting go of the pain and fear
and of the manifest, I know
willingly, I released any near
wants of companionship.
It is then, my eyes and mind
my heart and spirit began to
hear, as I began to dream, anew.

And then I Felt You………………!
You showered me with kindness.
You didn’t mind conversation
while I was covered in honeyed
pain and sickly sticky grief.
And taking a chance, perhaps,
You shared Your life, past and
present with me. Wow!

It was only a few months later
When I
Fell
For
You
& remembered
the manifest.