Ocean Dreams

03.01.98

Stong thought of yesterday
and how ocean dreams and muted laughter
borne us upon their waves
to find what we had lived without.
Yet, I drew abreast of you;
given our proximity
was certain of our joint success
until mine eyes were opened
to your mendacious bent.
Then, knocked down by this betrayal,
I could not right
our liaison any longer
and struggled to believe your changing story,
but could not.

So, I dropped this dream.

Do you know the difficulty I had
in destroying my last hope
of 50 years in your arms?
Betrayal after betrayal
until each dream I had
was damaged beyond repair,
and I had naught left
but my bruised self-esteem
and my own melancholy soul.

My spanish love, water-boy,
where are you now?
Whose arms do you lie in,
and have you grown?
Though my soul yearns for you,
agony replete with your loss,
I am better for having known you,
and stronger for having left you.