I Dream Alone
by Jeffrey Parren
Silently and alone I often wonder
when the next time will be
that I will know a woman's touch
and to be lucky enough to feel
the warmth and solace it all brings.
That look across the room
and no words are needed
but the conversation is endless
as two minds wander aimlessly
into the same place together.
The intricacies of intimacies
initiate a flood of emotions
where discovery is as intense
as it is playful. It's curiosity
with a mix of happiness.
Yet little has prompted excitement
in my recent experiences
as many of the same issues
plague my very existence
as life has become the unexpected.
And at a time when very little is good
my life has sputtered uncontrollably,
it is nice to dream and think of possibilities
as if in my current state I could actually
maintain and have a relationship flourish.
Born as an only child, never to need anyone
for entertainment or companionship
I have found ways to be alone
and continue on as if all is well
until I cannot ignore the emptiness anymore.
Insomniac sometimes by choice
the darkness seems to suit me
and I truly enjoy the nighttime whispers
of subtle breezes slipping through
or cars cruising the highway far from here.
In the end it all comes back to dreams
and for me the ones thought of
wide awake yet asleep at the wheel
as eyes are open yet see nothing
into hopes that seldom come true.
Posted on 11/23/2012
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