Dreamer

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Dreamer

Poem by D. K.

have you ever gone to the place,
to where the dreamers go,
have you have known,
what only they can know

have you ever thought about,
what the dreamers dream,
and have you ever wanted to,
see what they have seen

have you ever dreamt,
of a place far away,
where time isn't a concern,
and people accept you in any way

have you ever dreamt about,
a truly perfect place,
where every one knew you,
and you knew every single face

have you ever seen a dreamer,
dream themselves away,
have you ever wished that that was you,
even just for one day

D. K., contact: forgotten_nights@hotmail.com
Copyright 2000 D. K. guitar
Reviews and comments requested
Posted 10/13/2000

Two Sides

Poem by Joseph Simmons

She sits silent at her table,
eyes fashionably blasé,
behind smoky glasses,
waiting for another tray.
A cigarette smolders,
dangles from her hand
while waiters thread by tables
to the time of the band.
The scene is unreal,
each table burning bright
while dancers and passers
seem to move through night!

She wonders how she ever
got frozen in this state.
She always was a mover
but now she only waits!

He leans across his table,
posed as if to strike,
planning and wondering
how to end the night.
Who should he talk to?
Pick anyone you lose
the other bright potentials--
how can he ever choose?
Each face is unreal--
and all look the same:
foundation and makeup
hide everything away!

He wonders why he ever
decided to come here,
raises hand to the waiter,
drinks another beer.

Now her table is an island,
with the darkness all around,
and loneliness is everywhere
despite the sights and sounds.
She waits so patiently,
no trace of her fear,
smiling, laughing, friendly,
wishing he'd appear.
He could be any mover,
any number in this crowd,
to welcome as a lover,
to have him hang around.
Feeling naked without jewelry,
and no man to make her real,
abandoned here despite her finery,
emptiness is all she feels.

She wonders how she ever
got frozen in this state.
She always was a mover
but now she only waits!

He looks at her from far across
this universe of smoke and gloom,
wondering if she, too, is lost,
if he should dare to cross the room.
Did she enter with a boyfriend
or is she also here alone?
He sees no clue in her empty eyes,
not a hint to venture on!
He feels adrift among the tables,
just a jetsam, socially,
afloat, alive as much he's able,
but still straining to be free.
He feels empty as an echo:
there's no woman he can please
and he can't think of an intro
or a word or phrase to seize!

And he wonders why he ever
decided to come here,
raises hand to call the waiter,
drinks another beer.

So the lonely are still waiting,
aching deep inside,
victims of their making
as they choose to hide!

Joseph J. Simmons, contact: titmouse@hotmail.com
Copyright 1998 Joseph J. Simmons
Reviews and comments requested
Posted 10/17/2000