A BLUE TRANSPARENT LAKE THAT WAS OUR LIVES

A BLUE TRANSPARENT LAKE THAT WAS OUR LIVES

There, right where the clouds are

Coming apart, see, it’s blue, a perfect

Blue like drowning or almost drowning,

When the stillness comes upon one believing

You have made a wish, trying to convince

You that it really has something here,

Something you will want.  It will teach 

You to remember, so it says, so it says.

I trail my fingers in the river as the boat

Moves down the river.  See, just up ahead

The night is putting that cloud in our way

So we think that it is dressing.  You point

Out the stars and we do not notice that

The sky has turned completely black.

I start to weep but you tell me there will be more

Stars shortly and perhaps a moon.  Swarms

Of insects fly around the lantern you have lit.

“Don’t worry.”, you say, “They will not bite you.

They have only come to see the light.  Soon

They will fly to the stars.”  I don’t believe you,

Deciding that this is all a mirror and I am on

One side of it and you are on the other. 

Finally, nothing is reflected.  I believe I can

Hear you breathing and gaze hard at the glass.

It is like we have been cut in half and no one

Has noticed this, least of all ourselves.

I begin to sing you a song.  It is very beautiful

But we do not even speak the same language

And you are unable to know what is being said.

The moon is about to rise.  You hold my hand,

Point to the dark at the tops of the trees

Where it is just coming into view.  The clouds

Make it look red for awhile, then an intense yellow. 

Right then: We decide we both have been dreaming.