by JULIET EZEPUE
Dreams
Dreams begin here.
With people like you.
Sitting and pondering.
Drinking and eating.
Laughing and living.
Loving and living
Life, our way.
A dream, to sit by the ocean and think for self.
To live among others like you
Keeping things, worth keeping.
To simply live.
For where dreams begin,
Life lives, our way.
I am in a space between dreaming and living.
Seeing sun
I watched you the other night,
wondered out loud to myself…
where are you?
Surrounded by so many of them, few that looked like you,
I felt like screaming out loud,
where are you?
I waited for you to turn
waited for you to look my way
waited to see if your stride
is still as confident as you are
waited to feel whether your presence
is just as striking too.
It is.
There you are.
There you are still more beautiful than…
Still with your crooked smile
that melts my heart like
on the day you first arrived.
Still with a voice so serene,
so charismatic
like the call of birds.
Someday, somewhere, someone like me,
will write about you,
about your confident walk,
your crooked smile,
your charismatic voice,
and how something tried but failed to dim the sun, and all its brilliance.
To know you, is to see the sun.