Truth feels like cold blue dreams
living my life between the lies.
Stay here, holding my hand, trim my hair
laugh with me, dance one more dance
till one of us dies.
It’s not as bad as it seems.
Is there somewhere else we may climb
where we can just hold hands, dance
in some shaded room, another place
outside the sting of stone-cold dreams.
Sparkle for me in some other space.
Just dance with me in some other time.
We can walk in starry nights.
It’s not as bad as it seems.
While you touch my hair, smile for me,
laugh with me, say my name
one more time. Be with me only.
You hold my hand. So hold it tight.
The truth seems to be
in another time just cold dreams.
Laugh with me.
Walk with me.
Sparkle for me.
Hold my hand.
Be with me.
Smile for me.
Only with me.
Whisper my name one more time.
And dance with me. In dreams.
Stay.
rwc 2020
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Wow! Very nice and moving. I knew the novelist and now I’m discovering the poet.
Le mer. 22 avr. 2020 à 10:26, robertchapmanblog a écrit :
> Robert W. Chapman (aka jbojanis) posted: ” Truth feels like cold blue > dreamsliving my life between the lies.Stay here, holding my hand, trim my > hairlaugh with me, dance one more dancetill one of us dies.It’s not as bad > as it seems. Is there somewhere we may climbwhere we can just hold hands, > danc” >
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I read your blog. It is so sad she had such a hard life. I never knew. Your poem is so nice. You are a talented man. Can’t wait to get together again.
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Poignant
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