Green Sun, Black Water [a Nightmare] Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Possesed am I by thoughts of you,
Haunted by 'what if'?
I feel you laying on my bed,
Leaving your imprint.
I've said these words before,
Wrote these lines already.
Somewhere beyond a dreamt emerald dawn,
I sit with waves upon a jetty.
There I am within my mind,
Spying sinking ships of sanity in the distance,
Pondering my place in life,
Questioning existence.
To my right, a cliffside manor
Predisposed to crooked incline.
Inhabited by surreptitious haunts
Of recollections left behind.
To my left, as I said, an ocean
Of Stygian waves I wish to swim.
Diving head-first into wet abyss,
I am wrapt in aqueous obsidian.
Swimming down with no regard for air,
I see a distant luminescence.
It is beauty so familiar,
That I recognize your presence.
I reach out, so close!
As water fills my lungs.
But your skin was blue in pallor,
And from a rope your body hung.
With a cough and start I awoke,
Suffocating on my pillow.
I turned and felt about for you,
But in fact, I was alone.
No letter left no message sent,
You left mystery in your absence.
So instead I fly with Fairy Green,
Puffing pipe and drinking absinthe.
One night I know we'll meet again,
Marietta my dear muse.
In the landscape of illusions,
Where there is little value in truth.