A Mirage To Die For – Day 98, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Whether or not I die sooner than realized,
I want you to smile,
Still,
And frolic all over town like a Bee buzzing from one pollinated sunflower to the next.
Allowing seeds of cheer and satisfaction to grow amongst a field of misers and beasts who feed on melancholic flesh…

There is no need for a stream of tears meant for demons to swim inside of.
To me,
You’re too much of an angel who gave me the biggest blessing in the world:
Love.
To me,
It doesn’t matter where I could have traveled to.
It doesn’t matter what sight-for-sore-eyes I could have witnessed for,
I’ve experienced it all just being with you…

If only you understood the pleasure it’s been to just,
Stare into your eyes during my darkest hours.
How the clock stopped in real-time gazing into such beauty the world’s tenebrosity could not devour.
How content I felt being love-struck by you while zapped by raging thunder from a storm I shockingly survived,
Even as I ran from it like a hopeless coward…

Please,
Don’t be sad.
We’re all meant to pass at some point,
And,
I’d rather do it with class.
Holding your hands while I grin at the thought of knowing you in a world where the grass is dying.
At the thought of escaping a war humans full of bloodlust keep fighting,
Without an end in sight,
Because,
Of luster from gold our resentment for life and feeble desires coerces to sheen…

You gave my existence more meaning than I ever could have imagined.
I may be dying young,
But,
You made me feel like I’ve lived for an eternity.
And,
Nothing can replace that in this,
Reality as surreal as a bond gluing back together pieces of my heart I believed I’d never find…
As a nomad wandering through a desert stumbling upon what wasn’t a mirage in front of my jaded eyes…

My cup of water you were.
Sure,
We may yearn for heaps of glamour from time to time,
But,
Deep down inside,
Fame and fortune will never quench a thirst,
Stemming from our need for love.
The kind of love piercing through my heart aching for a woman like you.
The woman of my dreams…

Or,
Maybe,
It’s what all of this is.
A dream.
A nightmare I’ve found myself in at the end of a line filled by debris,
From visions unrealized,
Broken by my refusal to seek more than a poem for another to read,
While left asking,
“Why me?”

Nothing else around,
But,
Sheets of paper unable to cover each wound.
Thinking to myself,
“Why not pull the plug,
What have I really got to lose?…”