To nobody in particular,
but baby, I can see you and me reaching for the sky,
fly, high, hand in hand in the dark sky , where, love has no disguise.
Conceptual, intellectual, sensual, and reflectional;
we, as one, will see “us” as actual and factual.
You’re reactional, thinking there are more fish in the sea,
and yes, I can see this need to search and stay free but,
might I ask you what’s more free than to fly happy free in the sky with me?
And yet, you continue to say I over think, over feel, and over see, but
I extremely think that I feel as if everything went dark in this world only you I would still see.
Your, radiance speaks wonders and I am blinded by the fact
that in my memory you have forever imprinted an extreme impact.
But these visions I create in my head are not real to me,
bruised and two toned, my mind can’t stop but wander free.
Picturing us happy in a captured moment bound by frame
slips away I as realize the truth and this dream are not one in the same.
And, although I say these words are to nobody in particular,
I would - if we could - reach for the sky, high, where, love has no disguise and,
let you know what’s real; create reality from the surreal, and explain to you how I feel;
but, I wouldn’t, because I can see in your eyes that I, to you, am nobody in particular.
- DP
