Dream Keeping Me Awake

Eyes wide open,

I dream I imagine, I love, I express,

but you,

Hold your peace;

Silence from the other end seemed the routine. Words spur out in fear of otherwise. 

Cause who’d handle the heat then?

Who’d explain?

How’d one face reality after months of numbing time?

Who’d hold me then?

But I keep mustering questions based on reality while finding ways to escape.

How long are you going to hold my hand? How long are we going to do this dance, where one leads and the other is lead on? How long are you going to stay till you have to leave again, leaving me to write and you, reading?

How long are we going to keep this going? How long are you going to stay mum so I can dream on, and you could be long gone?

How long are you going to make me swoon over rhyming words?

How long? 

Don’t answer yet. I’m not ready to move on.

You’ve been silent so long, focusing, says you, delaying, says I.

You’ve been silent so long, that it seems the dance now. The normal now.

You’ve been silent so long, otherwise seems violent.

You’ve been silent so long that I long no more.

Why would you want to change now?

Why would you choose to let me down and face earth?

Why would you start now?

Maybe let this psycho be without forcing her to see- Truth or reality.

Maybe she doesn’t want to. Yet. Maybe? Don’t answer that yet.

Questions everywhere bearing the unbearable.

Questions posing a threat to the mind and soul.

Questions slapping sense, real hard for I’ve been scripting the answers both ends.

Soon I’d be told answers differing my story or your vanity for I know you now. How’d you ever react to this? To madness and behavior often accompanied by maudlin. 

Let me keep dreaming, you hold your peace.