poem: that dream

it's a foolish wish
to say may all your dreams
come true
                what about
the bridges disappearing in
                 perspective?      what about
the endless chases? the public nakedness?
the lack of words? the demons hiding
insecurities in playful sacks of sorrow?

let me pick my dream to live
that sweet happy ending dream of us
together hand in hand and always smiling

let me pick that time you looked at me
from across the room with a knowing
smile that spoke more love than you could
say, or contain (or, sadly, sustain) but
leave that part out (the sadness in your smile
of unbeatable fate) and let me
live that dream of

                              you smiling
                              at me and
                              happy.




(c) 2017 douglas brent smith