...Hence The Sadness.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i have so many dreams
i gather them inside my cup
of hands and then i throw them
away
spread them like seeds of
sunflowers for soon

i create a landscape while i
am away on a trip faraway like
the one that you cannot see anymore
from where you
are undressing in that garden of
longings,

there is one dream that i want to
share with you
i hope you are there

it is the sun rising from the sea
of despair
spreading its hands to the forest
of hopes

inside the darkness there i find you,
we are naked, we fuse, and then we
do not know which of us is us....

i do not know who penetrated home
inside that room of illusion...

many forget this. and hence the sadness.