LOVE POETRY: My poem – Dream Catch Me
I TEND to be a love-sick puppy at times. Falling for girls that are spoken for or aren’t interested and having my heart minced by the ones who pretend they are – these seem to be common trends in my hopeless romantic life. But from the burning ashes of emotional hurt often comes inspiration!
I often have this recurring dream where I’m walking along a beach at sunset – hand-in-hand with the undiscovered love of my life. Sometimes I recognise the girl, but at other times it’s someone that I have never seen or met before. I like to believe that I’m yet to meet the latter one.
Anyway, enough about me. Below is a poem I wrote a few months back about my recurring love dream. It’s an amalgamation of my own love sick feelings and two of my favourite songs. It you are familiar with the Goo Goo Dolls and the work of Newton Faulkner, you may recognise a few lines. There is also a bit of Blaise Pascal thrown in there just to spice things up.
So grab a tissue or another beer and I hope my poem touches you in a platonic way.
DREAM CATCH ME
Dancing on slow moving humps of blue,
They meet the shore with a gentle swish
Gobbling up footprints left behind with joyous laughter.
We have an endless soft blanket before us on which to paint our future,
The past is washed clean, and all we need to go forward is the touch of each others hands.
It is only you and me – the rest of the World doesn’t matter,
Happiness has been defined in a single day…
But alas this is not today,
Today is a recurring dream.
Here is gone.
We have become adept at convincing ourselves that we know what we want
– who we want
Blind to our own inevitable growth,
Maturity, wisdom, ambitions, desires, dreams.
Our ocean is made murky by socially constructed pettiness
Expectations, perceptions, but very real uncertainty,
Uncertainty that strangles one, causing a head-rush of confusion
A bottomless void that can’t seem to be filled.
A few beeps from an electronic device becomes a make or break moment,
But the will to make the dream reality overpowers.
Left alone in a painful silence
Forced to allow over-analytical thoughts free reign over a once clear state of mind,
My ocean becomes cold and muddy
Please, get me out of this frozen dirt.
The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing, they say,
The way we are conditioned to,
Sometimes the head wins the battle,
I break my fingers to make a call, but that’s all it is…
Love is about giving – giving involves trust,
Love is giving someone the ability to hurt you but trusting that they won’t.
There’s a place I go when I’m alone
Do anything I want, be anyone I want to be,
But it is always you I see there and I can’t stop myself from falling.
That’s where I’m going, where are you going? Hold it close, don’t let this go,
Dream catch me – catch me when I fall
Take me to my ocean I have seen before,
Let me meet her
Show me what I know will one day find me and become my reality.
Everything’s wrong, but it’s alright…