another place...another time
My sighs have been overtaken by if onlys
My thoughts have turned to dreams of another place, another time…
To a world in which my pen is given liberty to speak without constraint
and my arms unfettered to show all emotion without hesitation.
If only that freedom were mine to have in the here and now
this is the tale my mind would weave.
You spoke to many,
yet my heart is convinced you spoke only to me…
opening the door to fabled, treacherously divine curiosity.
Beauty did you scatter like roses
on the bed of my imagination.
Your words of sorrow pierced me to the quick
pulling on strings long abandoned by the master puppeteer.
In another place, another time
Know that I would be forever ensnared by every word that dropped from your lips
Like gold and onyx, diamonds…and pearls of wisdom
For harbingers of love and lust and devotion and unbridled emotion they are to me.
In that time, in that place…
There would be no band upon your arm,
betrothing your soul to any but mine.
Oh let my pen speak freely for me, I beg of you…
for it is rendered mute and impotent by reality
Let it speak without censure of that which is not.
I seek not your discomfort
But let it speak!
Let it tell of visions of moonlight with me in your arms,
Surrounded by nought but poetry and beauty.
Goodnight kisses and come-true wishes
and softness and sweetness and intoxicating tenderness.
Hear my pen’s rhymes and riddles of secret places
where we run to hide in each other.
I hear stories of laying down together on cold nights
made warm by love’s whispered touch.
I hear music in the winds that whip emotions
to heights unseen and unreachable by mortal hands…
I see visions of wet, thrashing bodies uniting.
I hear…I see…I taste…
Another place, another time
blending relentlessly with this time
With this place.
And now I must lay down my pen.
Now I must embrace the prison of reality.
The rose is not mine to keep.
The great divide, too steep…too deep.
I will close my senses to the aroma of the feast…
And gratefully dine on the portion fate has allotted me.
My pen will now be silent…
While my heart reaches out for the whispers in the wind
Of another place…another time.
