A man without equal, he, full of loving and kindness
awakening her dreams like no other has done
able to carry her off to the to the brightest of places
giving her warmth, kissing the tears from her many sad faces.
Ah, how I strive be the one!
But I am bound here, in my material blindness-
with a heavy darkness, and lack of the sun;
What can be made of such tragic cases
as I, witnessing her imaginary embraces
until my reality becomes undone?
You may laugh that I am so utterly jealous
of a man who really doesn’t exist
just because he can easily mend her heart
or because I never see them apart,
you’d ask, “What madness, this?!”
The madness is love, perhaps true, maybe pure,
more like simple, far less than the imaginary bliss
that her man can give, but it’s here nevertheless;
I still my heart, but without success,
and I irresistibly plant my own imaginary kiss...
Out in the world there are troubles and care
with things that are real, far more often than not;
so how can I be taken, and so utterly smitten
and contesting with he who is fancifully written?
I should desist, but I cannot!
What does this all mean? Where do I go next?!!!
Just shoot me down right here on the spot!
Such foolish desires, am I reaching for candy?
Or worse, simply being a meandering dandy?
Perhaps I’m caught up in a sinister plot...
So she sails away on the wings of her man
an imaginary man, yes it’s hard to believe!
But it’s true, so I settle on her heart’s prominade
strumming my tune, ready to fade,
then I realize- she hasn’t asked me to leave...
Adding your comment:
for a great poet, who does not seem to know it yet. 
Anna.
Wayne, this is quite beautiful, my Friend...I especially liked the first two stanzas...lovely imagery, great verbiage, smooth flow...I'm impressed with this one...a wonderful write...I'm happy to see it, as well...
A very excellent piece and I thank you for sharing it with all of us.
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