A poem about living in reality and not in a dream. It was inspired by the person that completed me, and perhaps still does. A love born out of letters and long conversations, but a love that I passed up when the opportunity to meet him arose - I passed it up out of fear. Fear of the unknown territory that love and life always bring. If ever given the chance to just catch a glimpse of his smile, it would leave me with a treasured memory that would add the missing gladness to my heart.
I stand on the balcony of my dreams,
Where neither time nor space have any avail,
And where illusion and reality are obscure.
I step out into the dim light that the night has to offer,
And there I am exposed.
The silhouette of my reality dances in the shade of dark shadows
And I can see but a mere glimmer of its composed agility
as it flutters in its gaiety.
Though there is light, the night is fogged by a thick cloud that blinds my
view of all that surpasses the edge of the balcony.
While standing on my balcony I will remain in my dream,
But to escape my dream I must leap into the horizon
that I can neither see nor fathom.
So while sitting on the edge, I contemplate . . . debate . . .
weigh the best of the two tangent worlds.
I stand lost in a state of thought, thinking that if I stand there for a
little while longer the answer to all that beseeches me will be unveiled.
But in the interior of me, I know that my epiphany lies not within me,
but outside of me, and above me, and around me,
and I must leave my niche to search for it.
My trance breaks when my dream and my reality collide
and there I am awoken;
Aware of my fears, of the present, and of the truth.
The chill of the cold night accents my sense of awareness
and of cognizance, and the fright of reality submerges.
No longer in the invulnerability of my dream,
I must step out into the indistinct
and metamorphose my world into something definite and lucid
and even ethereal.
I am no longer on my balcony,
I now stand on the unrevealed facing my reality and my fear.
For if I fear I will never love.
And if I never love I will never live.
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This poem is absolutely magnificent. It tears at my heart. I will keep a copy of it forever.
RON
THIS IS THE BEST POEM I'VE EVER SEEN IT BROUGHT ME CHILLS IT EXPLAINS JUST HOW I FEEL
Loyda
Beautiful Poem Sarita! It gives me the impression that you have loved, but for difficult reasons that love has been hindered leaving you in between worlds. Do you still love him? Loly!:(
Erik
WOW, Awsome poem!
Krissy
This is a beautiful poem. The words were written as if they came from my own heart. It was very moving, full of emotion, and well written! -Krissy
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