From Longing To Longing

when the heart desires

what cannot be fulfilled

it both dies and is left to grieve

the ensuing purgatory

is only more silent longing

for living is just new desire

from the ashes of the old

Easter Dreams & No Poem Today

No new poem today. Just going to enjoy the holiday with family and I hope you all get to do the same.

Last night I dreamed that a friend of mine decided that I should die to prove his theories about reincarnation. I was in the middle of telling him not to do it, when he pulled out a gun and shot me in the head.

Everything went dark. I felt like I was floating.

Then (still dreaming), I opened my eyes and saw I was laying in bed in a new body. I remembered being relieved that my friend was right, but the relief was short-lived. My friend had shot me after all, and the world I woke up in was not the one I'd left. I wondered if my wife and my sons were somewhere mourning my death and if they even existed in this new world. 

At the peak of my dream-self's crisis, I woke up for real.

Betrayed by a friend, and then born again. Seems appropriate for the holiday.

Be good to each other.

~MS