The pleading mirror

 

I used to believe in daydreams,

silken images

painted in crystalline

beauty.

I'd walk in the open air

breathing in

all that they granted to me.

The perfectly perfumed

golden imagery.

I'd watch the dancing memories

floating in symmetrical majesty

and I'd fall in love

with the scent of the sea.

 

Saltwater stings what you neglect to see.

 

I used to believe in a world

a step away from reality.

A place where hope

blossomed on trees

and we would

pluck free the fruits

to taste the flowing juice

of a symphony.

Letting it soothe the fire burning inside.

The passions consumed on fiery nights

 

Fire burns what can never be

 

I used to believe

that if I woke, then

my newly opened eyes

would still only see beauty,

that all of this would survive,

that with you beside

we could pull those

dreams into real life,

creating a mirror of our love

in the air we view.

 

Mirrors reflect a side we don't wish to see

 

I used to believe in you.

You told me tales as high as the sun,

You took my hand and through

those fields we would run,

making love under that harvest moon

I thought your heart was

a pure river we could wade through,

but then your depths got murky

and the true terror became a threat

as our footsteps dredged through

to your true surface layer, and the lies

started to claw at feet

like eggshells severing

every nerve ending.

 

Endings are freedom from misery

 

I fell to bleeding

knees as

stones crashed

my pleading mirror view,

showing the lies told as truth.

I had opened my book,

and your name

was no longer in it.

The story was never true.

It was no longer a loving sonnet,

more a warning nursery rhyme.

 

For written words can spell a million lies

 

I slipped and my heart

broke clean in two

I opened my eyes

in a scream

As all I saw was

a nightmare,

the dreams

stolen away from me.

 

But dreams always grow back when

we keep planting seeds.