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Amante Imaginario
by Elizabeth SeagoI'm constantly having these dreams that you're here
And they con me into believing that you're real.
And as I sit in a vast ocean of disappointment
I come to grips with the fact that you're essentially
An idea that I've romanticized.
And I wonder,
Oh I wonder
If you could ever be real to me.
For any significant amount of time.
If I could ever completely relax
In your arms,
The only place I feel secure,
Without worrying about when I have to
Catch a plane and catch myself from
Falling in love
With an idea--
Just out of reach. 07/24/2008 Author's Note: Apparently...Amante's translates to Lover's in English. Oh, italian beachside dinner dates.
Posted on 07/24/2008
Copyright © 2010 Elizabeth Seago
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jon Kary on 07/24/08 at 12:34 PM I can't begin to tell you how much I relate to this, especially the first few stanzas. This poem had a powerful impact on me. Its message is direct. This is one of our greatest tasks: growing in our ability to discern, prefer and choose reality over fantasy. Thank you, Elizabeth. |
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