For that one moment, We considered approaching, Bridging the distance -- Two horizons, each beyond Mere whimsies, like combining

For that one moment, We considered approaching, Bridging the distance -- Two horizons, each beyond Mere whimsies, like combining
dreams lie, we listen. meant for bolder colors, we stave off doom in sleep, crafting stories of famous victories we'll never fight
colors dripping down
waterways of pure passion
flowing into hopes
we thought that we had given
up to prove ourselves mature
Know we of these things?
Habitual roles, challenged,
Everyday customs
Of centuries transformed by
New intention and old dreams
The shadows beckon,
Welcoming me to morning;
Where, I am guessing,
Sense will be made of nonsense,
As dreams make sense of waking
The beautiful reach
Of all those who know the sun
Tourist talismans,
Fair children of the light,
And most guileless company
There were those moments
When he really loved her, but
She never felt it
The him that she married was
An imaginary thing
“It’s gotten too old” –
“It’s outlived its usefulness” –
“What good is that light?”
The lighthouse didn’t fail us;
We stopped paying attention
she asked the question
tentatively, wondering
if he even knew
she had ever considered
a life away from all this