Onward To The Next Journey

in that dream
you stared at me as though i am the most
guilty party
that i owe you a lot of explanations

and that i must repay
and give you back
what i had taken

i felt so abused
we danced the tango together
and we made the right steps

if we fell on the dancing floor
it was because
the lights went off
and we did not know about it

you know how i held your hand
it was tight
i was afraid to lose you

when the lights went on
and it was quite long

you were already taken away from me
i did not know who
i thought it was your decision
until you came inside my dream and

told me
i was not so strong and let you go
i have set the years free
i am now outside the prison of my younger years

the tree had borne so many fruits
there is no regret at all if it died at the wrong time
i have no dreams
and i have accepted what those years have given me

until you come again
when my arms are frail when my hands are closed
it is funny
fate is funny, let us just laugh at it

meanwhile i am ready for the next journey
it is not a dream, let us see.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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