My Last Dream

[ledlevee]

My Last Dream

Your face was childhood innocence
with eyes twinkling like twilight stars;
we were guarded in a familiar embrace.

The music was silent,
but it was there in the indigo sky,
hiding behind the swirling milky way.

The moon pulled a blanket over us,
kissed us on our foreheads,
and read us gentle bedtime stories.

My dreams were filled with children,
their laughter floating in summer breezes,
their smiles flashing like fireflies.

I woke to bills stacked like bricks
that formed the cold, white walls
of a daily cubicle prison.

The sun rose with bright flames,
revealing zombies and cockroaches
that smeared the city streets with greed.

The rain began to fall like grey mist
as I stumbled through your shadow;
I was the ghost of a forlorn lover.

I chased you through cobblestone streets
in the beer-drenched chill of Fell’s Point,
down deserted piers towards the cloudy harbor,

until my legs collapsed like spreading fog
and I laid what was left of me down like tears
in a twisted bed of darkening hope.

I awake every morning to emptiness:
an empty bed, an empty room,
and a cluttered mind.

I type my dreams onto white pages,
dripping with verses of black ink,
like blood from wounds of heartbreak.