I can still see it now,
So vivid, so real.
You were there.
It really felt like you were there.
I brushed the hair away from your face....
You smiled.
God, what a radiant moment.
It felt like you were looking right into me,
for once someone really liking what they saw,
not just some of it, all of it.
All the mess.
All the mistakes.
All the anger.
All the fear and hate.
You cared.
I knew before I asked,
I knew,
before I expressed how I felt.
I knew,
before I said what feelings
had been building inside,
for so many months.
I actually went ahead and did it.
You replied.
Everything fell into place,
I couldn’t believe it.
I brushed the hair away from your face....
You smiled.
I woke up, I realized.
The reality hits me,
hits me far harder
than any dream could.
You make me feel so alive,
so real, so needed,
not so alone,
as I have felt for many years.
This love, my love, your love,
has started to bring my mind
back into focus.
I have started to leave behind my hatred.
I looked over at you
as you awoke,
looked into your eyes
as you smiled.
It is now that I realize,
just how I feel.
Before, my insecurity, self hatred, paranoia,
had blocked out the truth.
But now I can see the truth.
I can see it in your eyes.
It is so obvious,
how much you love.
If only you could know,
How much I love you.
It is something that is impossible
for me to ever adequately express.
If only you could know.
If only you could realize.
To see and understand,
how special you actually are.
I brushed the hair away from your face....
You smiled.
30/3/94 (slight revision and clean-up 23/1/08)
Author notes
This piece is a follow-up to my earlier poem "Memories of a Dream" (read here: http://allpoetry.com/poem/3224994 )
The first section of both poems is more or less exactly the same, with the second half of each poem differing. The "Memories of a Dream" poem concerned someone I was in love with and I had a dream about, yet she ended up with someone else (thus the 'he brushed the hair' etc etc)
Not long later, I fell in love with (finally admitted to myself my feelings)someone else, and I had the same dream, however, this is where it differs as this time, she was the one in the dream and when I woke up, she was there with me, thus the different second half to the poem and difference in outcome to the original poem (and we have been together, for the most part, ever since).
Hope this makes sense to everyone. "Memories of a Dream" was written as I was going through the situation in late 1993, this piece was written, again as I was going through the new scenario, in early 1994.
A contest entry
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Fantastic Dreams by broken.inside.xx.
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Comments
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beautiful. simply wonderful =]
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