(#20) The Dream

Specks of random-
They tell me what I need to know.
Magically, metaphorically
I understand every line, every action
Like a divine instruction, a hint.

You were sitting there, the colours fading-
Oh dream's memory, do not slack now.
Your eyes were pearls and coins, no
I am not the boatman.
I took your bribe without you knowing and

Kiss, I daren't say I was the one
In my dream, on the lips -
Yours in rest I wish I felt magic.
I held silk in my hands and stroked it
Between my fingers. Strangely,

Your lips wore a plated mantle on its cold shoulder-
I didn't feel warm. The winter air crackled within my soul
I felt jolted by lightning. I felt uninvited
To make myself feel at home in your heart.
My feelings aside, your eyes spoke of a different tale.

You savoured hesitantly.
I want to know how you did. Why,
Why did I put my seal to the wax
And hold it tight till it hardened?
Beneath the envelope lies a barb-

I did not put it there but
You reply with a love letter.
The affectionate penmanship, the pink paper
Intoxicates and clouds my skies.
I want more of it but my mouth will not open.

What message, what sign?
The icy lips, the crush-call, the life,
Sender, you leave me a strong message.
I will be weary, but nonetheless,
Let my heart's flame thaw those lips of hers.

I still want them for my own, kill me.
The stars warn me; stay away.
Tell me though, why you in dream and not her.
Yes you with the sparkly eyes. Perhaps a hint-
An indirect message of my possible fate.