It was a dream: I was at a party
And even though so many friends were there,
And even though the naked lady dancing
Waved at me behind the stage and knew my name
I was extraneous.
I woke in cold and darkness,
Longing for a single human sound
To kill the silence, and you came.
But when you saw that I was nervous,
You went away.
I admit to calling after you–too late.
A whisper in my head was all I heard.
I imagined it was something that you said
As you made your way back home:
“I needed you.”
In that space between sleeping and awake,
A dream can be a filter for reality.
But darkness loses power. Light gets stronger every hour.
So I wandered down the lonely path to see if you were home.
At my trepid knock, I heard you at the door.
You said, “Hello.
How are you?
Meet some friends.
Make yourself at home.
Then I knew there was no need to be alone.
The stories behind the poetry can be very trivial, and that is the case here. The dream was real.
Best half-time every! My speakers at work are not functioning today, so I hope there’s music. 🙂