Third Eye

The dream came true. I listen to her song, and
Her voice is my soul in mid air.
Honey I’ve gone away. I’ve gone away.

I should be ashamed of myself for this reverie.

But I just want to sit here and love to hate you.
To remember how your mouth tasted when it mingled with mine.
Those weren’t kisses. They were life itself.
They were oxygen and blood all together in fascinating motion.
They were energy with form and function.

It’s as if we should’ve celebrated the ability to achieve
Such human perfection, to preserve it wholly and to keep it sacred.
That was no ordinary place where we found ourselves,
And from where we fell so hard.
But, it’s gone and no one else knows the way there.

Your silence punishes me, and yet it gives me healing time.
How unfair and yet how wonderful that I could see
What was to be our reality even as it was forming

Rubber-banded into the future to foresee such awful place.
Perhaps the powers that be wanted me to know
That I really didn’t know hell, even though I accused them of leaving me there.

So be it.

My apologies are made, my amends restored.
You have no quarrel with me that you do not invent.
And it is so like you to invent such things.
It cures the boredom, I know. It stops the endlessness,
At least for a moment and gives you an anchor to the here and now.

Otherwise, like a kite, you’d be floating off into outer space,
You would forget even your own language if your mouth were closed too long.
You would enjoy watching us from afar. Remembering with me.
You would recall the half- sunken ship outside our window
And how we knew that to be an omen, but how we pressed on.

You would remember the spiritual prostitute who took pity on you.
You would again say my name with affection,

if you were certain that I couldn’t hear you. In that I would find peace.