Pipe Dream
A Poem
It was a dream we’d never wake up from.
We dreamt with open eyes, open hearts and open veins
Of pillars of ecstasy, of fountains of euphoria
Of a palace of wondrous delights
We dreamt of warmth in a sunless place.
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On an island we’d carved for ourselves, all bridges burnt
Two castaways, king and queen
And only the sound of the vultures above
Time and reality blasted into shifting silica
Glassblown by our thunderous desires.
And then, you were gone.
The curtains parted and the sun shone bright.
Foam on the lips of the beaches
Blood gushing from the fountains
Sands turned pale white
And spiked with needles of glass.
Our chemistry had run dry
And the hands of time pulled me away from you
And you remained in our tomb
In that gilded nightmare
In that ultimate bliss.
Truth paints you in an ugly portrait
But in my memories, you lie still.
And in my sleep I’ll always find you
Because you still live in a dream
You never woke up from.
