Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 15, 2017

Daily missive for Friday the 15th of December.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive for Friday the 15th of December.

I carried a baby
Cradled in arms
Newly born
I called him
My boy
He cried as did I
We were lost
In a dream
It had to be
I had no baby
Not now
But the question
Was not asked
We were searching
For you
So long lost
Or was it me
Places were unfamiliar
Although I had
Seen them before
In other dreams
With sorrowed endings
So many faces
Bereft of joy
Emptied my arms
There was little surprise
This was an old story
I knew it well
It would end
With a scream
Tearing me awake
Out from the smell
Ecstasy and hell
Of whisky and cigarettes
The bar was noisy
A parody of pleasure
Drink me in
Written in red lights
Above a silvered mirror
A room
Without a view
Until at last
For the first time
In a thousand tears
I saw you
Pushing through
A parting of waves
A smile
Wide and bright
In the harsh light
Mouthing a secret
About to be a revelation
Meant only for me
Inching closer
Against the tide
Until at last we kissed
So long missed
The merest touch
Of familiar lips
And finger tips
The onrush of waking
Was never so sweet.

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