Unforgotten Dream

Like an unforgotten dream, he remains
The dream lingers, for I refuse to let go
If only I'll remember, hold tight, the dream will carry
but the memory fades, and I struggle to make out his face
Oh like a dream his face was, dreaming as all
His eyes enrapt by many a dream by others unseen,
so distant - yes, far away, but present, and so close to me
In his eyes he let me share his dreams, carried me far
Now his eyes are long gone - were the blue? brown?
His scent drifts past me at times, yet I find him not
Oh half-remembered dream, the way he was
was he ever real at all? Or did I dream him too?
I can scarce tell dream from the real
and now as the memory of him fades-
-just as dreams fade into morning light,
I wonder, did I dream this unforgotten boy?
did I ever know him at all?

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2011

We need never be hopeless

I read it. all of it.
If it were possible to inhale words,
then one might say I inhaled the book
It was the book he had so begged me to read
before we disappeared, just as they had from the pages
And so it seemed, that I was just as she,
and perhaps he was no less than he.
The words on the pages spoke all
they revealed his very heart
his every essence.
So it goes, and so he is gone
gone as the words on the pages are here.
and I know what and why, without knowing anything at all.
But though I chose to put my thoughts to rest,
those words churned the dregs awake
and gave me final ease
in a way my heart against mind had not.
Perhaps he never knew, or never heard, and never will
but perhaps he chose in a way that was best.
It all happened so fast, a forced choice,
but now I choose more than drive,
more than a decision, is peace.
But I have stepped from my wearying maze,
with my heart calm, I know all is forgiven with me.
So gracefully, I lay it aside, knowing my energy has not left me.
Things were done and undone
and he would have been proud at the tears
all the tears I cried and spilled over the pages all at once
and I admit I loved my crooked neighbor
with all my crooked heart...

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2011
(homage)