Good Morning

by Richard Vince

Here, it's almost as dark as it's going to get,
But the Sun will just be rising for you,
And soon you will be rising too
In preparation for the day's journey ahead.
I hope the clouds are keeping away from your sky,
And that you slept well when I finally let you go.

Did you dream of me in the end?
It is still early here, so I haven't had
The chance to do any dreaming yet.

All this feels like a dream though,
Because surely reality is never this amazing,
And anyway I only ever imagine
Such brief encounters as the one we enjoyed.

Perhaps my worst fears will be confirmed
And we never will meet again.
If that does happen, I have no reason
To complain about such incredible
And dreamlike memories as the ones
You gave me today.

Maybe one day, all this will work out
As I hope, and the oceans will disappear,
Or at least be navigable in bare feet
In a matter of seconds from shore to shore,
So I can suddenly appear before you
And sweep you off your feet.

At least I can hope that, at some point,
All this will sink in and I will believe
That all this really happened, and that
You aren't some slice of perfection
I dreamed up in an emotional stupor
As an antidote to the wilderness I inhabit,
Based on some half remembered correspondence
With someone I never really felt I knew.

To be honest, I still don't think I know you,
But it feels like I do, and it's not like
Getting to know you is something I couldn't do.


Posted on 04/01/2002
Copyright © 2019 Richard Vince

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