A dream at my door.

Free Verse
A dream at my door
 
 
I had a dream about you, not just an hour ago.
I dreamt that you were waiting for me,
upon doorsteps –
of which were leading nowhere;
receiving visits only I could see.
Yet, you stood at the threshold with smile and wonder –
as if I could hear your mind, and you simply said “hello.”
Other than I could only respond, for it’s my heart that remembered –
not my soul.
Yet I am sculpted to solace against your grace.
Pleasantries took leeway; my ponder lost to memory sake –
as I made heartfelt but hapless attempts to seem gallant.
But my very soul had leapt from my being and stood before me.
I stood, in distant amaze, and watched you and I make our greeting.
My own vision drew into obscurity, in presence of a faded passage in time –
a time that had bore its witness to the steps that lead to my door.
Yet, bringing forth my courage, I began to feel a comfort,
which rested –
in the realm of a mind;
a place I forbad to reveal, in the years I was given.
But the foreboding has aged into cracked paint and chipped wood.
The neglected stairway and door handles cried out in silence.
If only I could have reached out and touched you.
Felt your warmth against me.
I would then have been taken back and reassured.
My laughter would have collapsed the entryway under me,
with no fear of falling again.
But the splitters were sharp,
as time is forever,
in this mind, washed in the blood –
of a lonely heart.
Its color has covered the handrail and firmed up the bolt-lock.
And as I awoke, the steps had hardened and my door had been closed -
its paint now ever more dry and frail,
yet enduring each time I stood there alone.
 
So the doorbell is quite; no knocking be heard.
And the visits I enjoy –
come to my door, only in dreams.
 
 
 
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