Clear As A Dream - Poem by grace mariner
I stood outside the brick fortress,
waiting like a vampire to be invited in.
The invitation never comes.
The brick is cool as I pick at the mortar with a polished nail.
Where is my humanity in all of this?
The fat dog flops down, legs spread for a belly rub,
all the while the cat starves.
I take in the grays, the blacks, the whites...
all those void of color even as my dreams are filled
with yellows and reds.
I can't save them all.
Oh my oasis, my respite, my retreat beckons,
so short and one sided.
Desperate for something to grow here
it too often feels devoid of my dream color.
I can see through your window that you have no need of me.
How strong is my desire to be needed!
I let words of praise drip from my liars lips...
but the dark bird still comes.
Like a cats' eye I can see better in darkness.
In that shadow, the truth is illuminated like one thousand
candles behind my eyes.
It reminds me with mocking words...
"you have no humanity"
Like any good whore I peddle my broken wares,
offering them up for a kind word or gesture.
And yet, I still ask for too much.
Oh to be cursed with a generous heart and a lacking mind!
Who would dare define such a thing as any more?
A secret smile...an oasis...a respite...a retreat...
nothing more, nothing less.
All gray, and black, and white.
And so I leave that brick fortress to its' maker,
leaving the strays behind as not to curse them.
And I hear you whisper the words as I go away from that dream.
They are brilliant, explosive, in yellow and red.
Their color and my pen to paper chase the dark bird away, assuring me of my humanity.
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